Wylie said: “Not to-day.”
Amby’s cane made another flourish. “All right, Joe; we’ll be getting along.”
Joe Carlin did not move from the window.
The agent went alone to the door. The situation was becoming awkward. “Hot, isn’t it?” he asked in the lame way a flustered man speaks who feels he has to say something.
Nobody answered.
Amby cleared his throat. “I’ll take care of that, Vic.” He was making conversation. “First thing in the morning. Nice lay-out you have here. I may move into this building when my lease runs out....” He gave it up. “Coming, Joe?”
“Not now,” said Joe.
The jaunty cane faltered on a flourish. Ambrose Carver opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
CHAPTER 5
Radio lay in its cocoon of summer coma. Most of the chain serials and most of the local dramatic programs were off the air until September, and no new shows, chain or local, stepped into the vacated spots. The blight hit actors, singers, and musicians. It also hit auditions: FKIP, FFOM and FWWO would not hear eager, aspiring talent again until the fall. Heat baked the city, and a torpid world of radio counted the weeks until September.