The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-05-28
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 'Mr. Monterey only gives inter- views upon appointment. Step this way please and we7l make are arrangements" Two minutes later the florid lady departed. Alone, Pats looked about her. The foyer was literally filled with unopened mail, fan letters, she correctly surmised. As she frowutngly sur. veyed them the valet appeared again.
 "Has she sone7" he hissed.
 "Yet." Then: I am Miss War. ren, the new secretary"
 He bowed formally. T am Sims, MT. Monteray's man."
 Pats nodded sravely although a laugh achced in her throat. The preliminary business was well un. der way. She asked few ques. tions and Sims answered them. It seemed the previous secretaries had occupied . desk in the living room. A very bad arrangement, very bad according to Sims. Very annoying to MT. Monterey. With his help Pats moved the desk to the foyer and found that the liv. ing room door could be locked. As they rearranged the new office Sims talked.
 'It's the girls and women, Miss Warren. They won't let MT. Mon- teray have any peace. He's trying to write 8 play for himself and he can't make any headway. His nerves are very jittery if I might say so, miss" Worriedly he re- peated, "It's the girls and wom- en-"
 'I1l attend to them," Pats promised with more assurance than she felt.
 "He doesn't want to see anyone nor talk to anyone. Those are his orders" Sims spoke emphatically and she noded agreement.
 CHE decided to tackle the mail v and he showed her desk drawers filled with stationery, stamps and photographs of Don Monterey. It seemed his feminine public, demanded photographs and his public must not be offended.
 "Ill get along" Pats said un. certainly, looking at the type writer.
 Sims rubbed his hands together in evident approval. MT. Monte ray is really very pleasant to work for he remarked. With this he departed for the inner regions and Pats closed the door behind him.
 Pleasant. my eye" she groaned "He sounds like spoiled baby to me-"
 At first Pats read the fan letters but before she had been at it an hour she had learned to skim over the trite lines of adulation, to weed out the questions which must be answered, to discard, to sort. to destroy. One letter caught her attention. It began, "Don Darlington are a mean old beast not to let me come to New York" It was signed, Rosie" and Pats dropped 1t into the lower desk drawer. Its tone was de- cidedly personal. More mail was brought in and the telephone rang necessarily. II was always a feminine voice and Pats answer was always the same. MT. Monterey is out. Is there . message?" If Don Monte ray wanted secretarial protection he was going to get just that. She had not seen him but all day the intermittent tap of a typewriter came to her ears through the closed door. At five she went tt a lavatory, repaired her unattrac. tive makeup, saw that the wiz fitted smoothly, then went back tt tap on the locked door. A deep stirring voice called, Come in, and she used her key for the frs time.
 lnON MONETARY, the despair D of thousands of romantic girl and women, sat before portabl, typewriter. Pats first impression was that he was even more hand some than his pictures. He hal the head of a Greek god, he wa tall and broad and graceful in re pose. Instantly she felt his charm He was friendly, likeable, win ming. As Pats entered the room he glanced up casually.
 T don't know how you've don It." he remarked, rising ant stretching his big frame, but I'v had the first peaceful day since came East"
 Every instinct urged Pats to fal into conversation with him bu she merely nodded a response am laid a stack of letters on his desk ''If youll sign these, please. she said primly. T opened . per sonal letter by mistake" As sh started back to her desk he said Prom a girl?"
 "Yet-it is signed Rosie"
 An expression of irritation dark ened his good looking young face
 Let 1t go," he said. There's n answer" Lighting a cigaret h roamed about the room. "An, callers?"
 'Twenty-four. They would no give their names"
 "Oh, Lord, what a relief" h groaned. You did real job to day, Miss-er-"
 "Warren." Pats was a bit over whelmed by the fact that she wa talking to Don Monterey, tn great lover, the most popular ido of the silver screen.
 "Thank you, Miss Warren Here's how 1t is," he told her boy ishly. T came here because want to write a play for myself It's going pretty well, too. Laid fl Labrador: not a woman in 1t. Tn to play the part of . funny olt geezer who has spent 20 years il a wireless station. I'm all steamed up over it."