New Britain herald., 1930-09-05

ing typewriter and then turning out hot idea and selling it on the spot. But I've always been skepti- cal; I've always had the sneaklng notion that they had their ideas tucked away in their pockets before they came in"
 But Dams proposal. he admitted, was somewhat different.
 Tt is" said Dan. Here's the play right here. It would take con- sderably hdore than few hours to turn that out"
 The scenario chief nodded and pressed a button. When his secre- tary entered he said, Will you see if any of the offices in the Cepart- ment are not being used today? I want MT. Rorimer to have a type writer where he can work undis- | turbed."
 And when she had gone he turn ed to Dan once more. Whats the play about?" he asked. You've got me curious now.'
 Dan hesitated. "I'd rather not try to, give you any more than the idea" he said. T think the most effective thing in it's is the dialogue v
 But he rouhly sketched the plot. and Phillips admitted that it might have possibilities.
 His secretary returned then, and | Phillips himself accompanied Dan to the little office. It belonged to one of the staff who was taking a few days off.
 There's your typewriter" said ] Philips, smiling, and there's plenty of paper. Now help yourself; if there's anything else you want. just ask for it; everythings furnished but running water"
 i Dan laughed and thanked him. and when Phillips had closed the door and departed he sat down at once and thrust paper into the type writer and began to write.
 It was not difficult once he had started. He knew very clearly just what he wanted to say, just where the screen treatment would deviate from the script; and he wrote swift ly, with a keen zest for the task.
 At one o'clock there was a rap on the door and Phillips entered.
 Have 10 knock off for lunch" he ordered amiably; this is a union shop. Come on out and we'll have a bite together. How's it coming"
 Pretty fair" Dan said. T had no idea it was lunch time already. I've been at it more than three hours
 Phillips laughed. You've been doing something. too, haven't you? He moved over to the little desk and estimated the number of sheets that had emerged from the typewriter, and he turned to look at'Dan with something like respect in his eyes.
 On their way to the restaurant he confided that Collier had dropped in during the morning. T told him you were upstairs working and he grin ned all over himself. Paul thinks pretty well of you. it seems"
 Hes the greatest guy in the world" Dan said warmly, and he thought, too. that Collier had ap- praised Phillips pretty accurately in referring to him as "a good egg"
 Collier was kind of curious to know how you had made out with me-" Phillips said. He chuckled I'm a pretty tough sort, you know ' And he added: Paul sure is hopped up over your play. If it's half as good as he says it is. maybe we ought to feel lucky to get it. Whats the title of it, by the way? I never asked you that"
 "'Traitor,' Dan said, and he confessed the title might lack some thing as the name for a picture. 'It was all right-or it seemed all right, anyway-for the stage.' He saids I'm sorry if Paul piled it on thick. I didn't expect him to do that"
 He seemed so apologetic that Phillips gave him a curious look. Well, I wouldn't let it worry me if I were you" he said. Collier wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it."
 They had lunch together then. Dan glanced idly around the restaurant, half expecting that he might see Anne Winter. but stre was not there. He did see Garry Sloan. The director was lunching