“That was just famous.”
“Must be one of those new speaking pictures.”
“Oh, we must get all the folks to come to this delightful show!”
Pep’s heart beat proudly as the audience filed out and he overheard this encouraging praise. He could hardly contain himself. Then he noticed Ben Jolly beckoning to him and he glided over to the piano. Jolly’s face was one broad, delighted smile.
“How was it, Pep?” he inquired.
“No, what was it!” corrected Pep in a fluster, and then he noticed that the cornetist had remained seated—and he guessed something.
“Him?” he questioned.
“Correct!” replied Jolly. “Give Durham the tip. It’s Hal Vincent. Durham must have noticed the brilliant accompaniment to the films and I don’t want to get him rattled wondering what’s up.”
Pep had some difficulty in getting to the operator’s booth. A long line of people were in place at the doors and they came in with a rush as the room was emptied. Pep tapped and Frank told him to come in.
“Did you hear—did you notice it?” spoke Pep, excitedly.