ent on the run. He returned in a few minutes with Jim Hill, the
writer who had handled the continuity for the radio play.

"Listen, Jim," he snapped. "This sequence is punk. It will fall flat on
the air and too much money is being spent on this program. Get some
punch into this or I'll see that another writer gets the job."

Jim Hill was tall, lean and pleasant, with dark eyes that shot back
sparks at the director's criticism.

"You okayed this script once," he reminded Adolphi, "but I'll see what I
can do about it."

Dark, pretty Rachel Nesbit stepped forward.

"I'm pretty good at that sort of thing," she declared, flashing a
winning smile at Jim Hill. "Perhaps I could help on the rewriting."

The continuity writer looked at her glumly.

"Your stuff is all right for lighter things, but this is straight action
drama," he said shaking his head.

"But I can at least try," insisted Rachel, and the worried continuity
writer finally acceded to her insistent requests. He left the studio
with Rachel accompanying him.

Janet turned to Curt Newsom.

"I thought all of the work on this script was being handled with the
utmost precaution and that no one outside was to do anything on it?"

"I guess that's right, but Rachel can hardly be called an outsider since
she belongs to the studio's stock company."

"But she sells some of her radio skits free lance," insisted Janet.

"That's right," agreed Curt. "I hadn't thought of that."

He hastened over to Director Adolphi.

"No one with any outside contacts is supposed to work on this script or
in the company," he told the director.

"That's right," replied Mr. Adolphi. "There's an iron-clad contract with
the Ace Motion Picture Corporation to that effect."

"Then you'd better get Rachel back here. She'll read the rest of the
script and know what the final broadcast will be."

"Oh, but Rachel's all right. Of course she does a little free lance
stuff, but she can be depended upon."

"I'm not arguing that point," said Curt firmly. "I'm just telling you to
get Rachel back here unless you want a violation of your contract
reported to the Ace Company."

"I didn't think you'd stoop to such a dirty trick," sneered the radio
director.

"You don't even need to think," snapped Curt, his eyes flashing. "You
just live up to the agreements of that contract and you'll have no more
trouble."

With his temper considerably ruffled, Mr. Adolphi left the studio and
other members o