ted Jim. "But I got it back and without
much trouble."

"Who was in your office?" It was Curt who fired that question.

Jim looked at them steadily.

"It was Adolphi."

He waited for the significance of his words to sink in and smiled a
little grimly at the bewilderment which was reflected on their faces.

"Surprised? Say, maybe you think I wasn't. And now I don't know what to
think."

"Tell us everything that happened after you reached the studio floor,"
urged Janet.

Jim took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead, where glistening
beads of perspiration had gathered.

"When I swung down the corridor I saw the boy had left my door so I ran
the rest of the way," he said. "The carpet's thick and I made little if
any noise. The door of my office was open and Adolphi was thumbing
through the pile of script I had been working on. When I came up behind
him he jumped almost across the desk."

"What did he say?" asked Helen.

"Said he'd found the door of my office open and since he knew I was
working on the script thought he would look it over while I was out at
lunch."

"What did you do?" It was Curt speaking.

"I picked up the script, stuffed it into an envelope, and told Adolphi
he could see it when McGregor, my continuity chief, put his okay on it.
I asked Adolphi if he was sure my office was open and he got sore.
Wanted to know what I was trying to insinuate and all that sort of
thing. But I think he felt guilty as thunder. Gosh, but I'd like to know
how he got in there after all my precautions."

"I can tell you," said Curt. "He simply walked down the hall, told the
boy to go on an errand, and then used a skeleton key on your door."

"It couldn't have been as easy as that," protested Helen.

"Things like that are done easily," smiled Curt. "Mark my words, you
watch our director closely. He isn't putting his best foot forward in
getting us in shape. I wouldn't be surprised if he has sold out to some
other company."

"That's a terrible thing to say about anyone," said Janet.

"It's worse to do it," Curt insisted.

They finished their lunch and returned to Radio City where they were
whisked up to the twenty-seventh floor in one of the express elevators.

"Stop in after the rehearsal this afternoon," Jim told them. "I'll have
the final script in shape by then."

The afternoon was a fatiguing one, for Adolphi, as though possessed of a
demon, found fault with everything and almost everyone. The o