meone who wanted a job with another
broadcasting outfit and who figured that by double crossing his or her
present employer, a better job could be obtained."

Jim stood up and motioned for Janet to take his place at the typewriter.
Briefly he explained what he had been trying to work out and Janet
thought his ideas sounded good. But somewhere the winning punch was
lacking.

She scanned the last pages of script which he had written. Then she
rolled a fresh sheet of copy paper into the typewriter and started work.
A new interest took possession of her and the fatigue of the day dropped
away as she got into the swing of the writing.

Chapter Twenty-four

NIGHT ON THE TWENTY-SEVENTH FLOOR

Jim Hill peered over her shoulder for a time. Then satisfied at the work
she was doing, he slipped away and went in quest of a basket of lunch.
It was nearly half an hour before he returned and by that time Janet had
completed two pages of manuscript.

Jim laid the lunch out on his desk and while Janet munched a thick, cold
meat sandwich and quaffed a glass of cold milk, he read the pages with
real care.

"Say, this is just the stuff my script lacked," enthused the continuity
writer. "My gosh, Janet, you ought to be on the staff here. We pay money
for fresh ideas like these."

Janet stopped munching the sandwich and looked at Jim Hill with real
interest.

"You actually think it is good?" she asked.

"I'll say it's good. Of course a lot of work has to be done to put it in
finished form, but you've got the meat of it here. I'm going to take
this down to McGregor. He's still in his office."

Before Janet could ask about McGregor and who he was, Jim Hill picked up
the manuscript and his own work and fled down the hall.

When he returned ten minutes later a square hulk of a man, who had thick
pompadour hair and peered through thick lensed glasses, followed him
into his office.

"Janet," said the younger writer, "I want you to know Mr. McGregor, who
is head of our continuity department. I showed him your manuscript and
he agrees with me that it is just what we want for the final episode in
the program for Ace Pictures. Can you go on working tonight? We've got
to have the finished draft in the morning."

There was a dire appeal in young Jim Hill's eyes. Janet couldn't have
ignored that and then Mr. McGregor spoke.

"It is extremely important that we have the Ace contract," he said in
his slow, precise way. "Other comp