He left with Stella. When would they know? Mingling with the listeners, they passed along the glass-walled corridor. Men and women stared at them curiously.
The ball game was still on. They got a part of the ninth inning in the elevator. Out in Royal Street they heard the last play of the game.
“Well?” Joe demanded.
Stella’s head made a quick, bird-like movement. “We gave them a show.”
They waited. Vic Wylie might come out in a few minutes and tell them something. But when the producer appeared, he was with Munson, Mrs. Munson, and Tony Vaux. All four entered a taxi. Wylie appeared to be still engrossed in argument.
“There it goes,” said Stella. “Yes or no. We have a job or we haven’t.”
Archie Munn and Lucille Borden came out of the FKIP building. Archie, seeing them, made a writing motion in the air with his right hand.
“Munson’s signing the show,” Stella cried.
“I caught Vic for a moment,” Archie reported. “He said the audition was a honey. Munson fell hard.”
“You’re sure?” Joe demanded.