“Helen getting up?” asked Mrs. Thorne.
“No, she’s sleeping soundly.”
“Then come in to lunch without going back to dress,” said Helen’s mother.
“You mean breakfast?” asked Janet.
Mrs. Thorne smiled. “No, I mean lunch, and a very late lunch at that. It’s well after two o’clock now.”
Janet, finishing her shower, rubbed her body briskly with a heavy towel, and slipped the dressing gown on over her pajamas. Then she joined Mrs. Thorne in the dining room.
“The morning papers made quite a story of it,” said Mrs. Thorne, handing Janet a copy.
A bold headline was blazoned across the entire top of the front page:
“MOVIE COMPANY ESCAPES FIRE!”
Then, in terse, action sentences, the story told of the narrow escape of Billy Fenstow’s western unit. Janet found Helen’s name and her own mentioned. She was glad that the story gave Curt Newsom full credit for the cool-headed work which had saved their lives. Curt deserved every word of it.