On the following day Janet received a telephone call from Billy Fenstow.
“Can you come over to the studio?” he asked.
“Just as soon as a taxi can get me there,” she promised.
Helen and her mother were down town shopping and Janet phoned for a taxi. She slipped into a fresh dress while she was waiting and then was whirled away to the studio. Envious eyes watched her go through the gates which were shut to so many.
Janet found the little director in his office back at stage nine, her pile of manuscript in front of him.
“I’ve finished the story and Mr. Rexler has gone over it,” said the director, after greeting Janet and waving her toward a chair.
She waited breathlessly for his next words.
“We both think it will do. Mind, it isn’t anything sensational, but it does have a new twist or two and can be made into a Curt Newsom feature very well.”
He paused and picked up a check which was on his desk.
“There will have to be a great deal done to the story by our own writing staff, so we felt seven hundred and fifty dollars would be a fair price to offer for the story,” he said handing the check to Janet.