their hotel and asked at the desk about renting a
typewriter. Arrangements were made to have one delivered at her room
within half an hour and she went to change into an older dress,
something that wouldn't be hurt by wrinkles that were bound to come as
she labored over the typewriter.

The machine was delivered promptly and Janet used a supply of the hotel
stationary for her writing material. At first the idea of setting down
intimate little things about the filming of the picture had appeared
easy, but now that the task was before her, the words and ideas did not
come freely.

Janet wondered if she dared to record the story of the sabotage when the
company was on desert location. She could imagine that it would make
grand material for broadcasting purposes and so she set resolutely about
the task. The worst that could happen would be for Mr. Adolphi to reject
it entirely. Janet finally got started and once under way the flow of
words came smoothly and her fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard.

She worked steadily for more than an hour, got up, stretched, walked
around the room and returned to the writing. She wasn't attempting to
make it a complete story, just giving the sequences as they had happened
during the filming of "Kings of the Air" and the mysterious events which
had taken place out on the desert. It was natural that Janet should hint
that the plotting was the work of another concern for it had been common
talk in their own company later that Premier Films, also producing an
air story, had attempted to keep their own film from a successful
conclusion. But it had only been talk for there was no definite proof.

Helen came hurrying in just as Janet finished her work.

"How is it going?" she asked.

"All through," replied her companion. "Have a good time?"

"Grand. I never knew there could be so many beautiful shops in such a
small area. Come on now. I want to ride a subway."

"I'll have to change clothes," said Janet.

"Never mind changing for a subway trip. We'll go down to the Battery. I
inquired the way at the desk."

Janet slipped on a light brown coat and followed Helen down and across
to the Times Square subway station where they found themselves engulfed
in the crowd and the noise. Helen dropped two nickels in the turnstile
and they went through the gate, Helen still in the lead and striding
along as though she were the veteran of many a ride in the subway
instead of a rank beginner.

A