She snorted wordlessly. He tossed the mouse in his palm and suddenly swore.
"I hurt your feelings, promoter?"
"Look at this mouse!"
She eyed him quizzically.
"This mouse never crawled into any scrambler," said Archy. "It was stuck in there, dead, and I've been sabotaged. It has a broken neck."
The elevator stopped, the door slid back, and Archy's mind left the mouse. It was as though a mirror had popped up before him. He was staring at a nattily-dressed, cocky replica of himself.
"Don't worry, about anything, Mac," said the projection. "I'll have things tight in a jiffy."
"My God," said June. "The monitor sets were on. Projections must be all over the studio."
"Hi, chick," said the projection. "Come on up to the office; there's some things to talk about."
Archy swung. The blow slipped harmlessly through the projection's jaw.