Then they were away, speeding toward the studio in an open car. It was a glorious morning and the cool air was invigorating. Later in the day it would be uncomfortably hot.
Billy Fenstow, director of western pictures, was on stage nine, well to the back of the Ace lot.
There were few around the rambling studio at that hour, for production was past its peak and only two or three of the huge sound stages would be in use that day.
The director, who had only a fringe of hair around his shining pate, greeted them cordially.
“Have you read over the script of ‘Water Hole’?” he asked.
Janet nodded. “I like it better than ‘Broad Valley,’” she smiled.
Billy Fenstow fairly beamed. “Good. I wrote it myself. The other was only partly mine.”
Helen laughed and turned to Janet. “What are you trying to do, compliment Mr. Fenstow so he’ll give you the leading rôle?”
It was the director’s turn to chuckle. “She doesn’t have to,” he said. “Janet is playing opposite Curt Newsom in the lead right now.”