The Nome daily nugget., 1935-12-07
DANCE OF THE DEVILKIN
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By THAYER WALDO
@. Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.
 WNu Service
IBERG slapped an open hand . down upon the inlaid desk top.
 "Listenp he stormed: this


 "Listenr he stormed: this
 things gotta be stopped If we have to fire everyone on the lot-you hear me, Garrison?"
 The slighter of the two men across from him grimaced wryly and said: Perfectly, J. L.: you're in good voice today. But l don't think can ming peoples gonna help much" The producer gave him beligerent glare.
 "Oh! So maybe you've got some smarter ideas you're keeping secretT The third man squirmed impatiently forward in his chair He was large and loose limbed. with soft white hands that commenced to flutter as he spoke:
 For heavens sake let's not waste time squabbling! Please remember that these dances that have been ray aged from me were creations of my very soul. tell you it's frightfull" "Nuts!" said Garrison. that's just lot of hot air, Cheval. What really counts is the fifty grand we've lost by having the stuff stolen"
 Fiberg grumbled emphatic assent. "Sure-now you're talking Eight colossal sets for these dance numbers in the last three months. and what have we got? Ten reels of film in the ashcan Phooey"
 Petulanty the dance director asked: But how do those vile Minsky brothers have the audacity to-" Never mind that" Garrison cut in. "The important point is that every one of those numbers came out in Mnsky show just before we were ready 10 release, which means that somebody at this ends playing little double cross"
 Fiberg eyed him shrewdy and in quired:
 "Yes? So who?
 If I had that answer" the pub licity man snapped. would we be sit ting around here stewing our brains over it? I'm only trying to show you how we've got to tackle the thing" Garrison rose, showed his chair back and walked to the door
 Think I'll todde along" he remarked laconically. You gentlemen don', want me In on private fight. See you later, J. L. If Cheval swoons there's some smelling salts In my office"
 He went across the lot toward sound stage 5. It was there that all the elaborate spectacles which never reached the screen-at least under the Zenith trademark-had been staged The most recent of them, he knew was now being rehearsed by Chevafs assistants and some vague hunch urged him to pay visit.
 As he entered the building, man he didn't know approached him, heading out.
 The fellow wore a light overcoat. and beneath 1t something bulged. See ing the publicity man. he attempted to slip hurriedly past. A furtiveness in the movement attracted Garrson's no tice
 "Hey-just minute" he said grasping the others arm; "let me see your pdSS, II sOu uOu lllIIu
 The man put on an offended air.
 "Pass?' he echoed stifly. I'm sure I don't understand. I'm guest here."
 "Eyerybody who comes on the lot from outside" Garrison told him, has to have one, unless he sneaks in. Whats under your coat. by the way?" tbo tut 4, to jerk free. Garrison held on and pulled him toward the door. When they were outside he halted again and snapped
 "Now, listen; either you come clean on what you're doing here or l turn you over to the studio police as a trespasser Whichll 1t be-"
 The man ceased struggling and smiled a trifle. "Very we'll here you are Nothing very desperate about this, is there?'
 From the folds of his OvercOat he withdrew camera.
 The publicity man gave a trium phant snort and seized it, eXclaiming Well, well! So you've been snap ping yourself some pictures, eh? suppose they're just for the famil! album?'
 ''Perhaps," he fellow replied blandly He was still smiling, confidently, ant seemed to be enjoying the situation. And of course" Garrison pursued "you don't happen to be in the emplo! of Minsky brothers?'
 The other nodded without hesitation "Yes, am; whyT
 "Because then you're going to have the unique honor of little interview with Mir. Joseph Fiberg. Won't that