nd the man that got her
father into his power and got all of his estate and is going to make
beggars of them if the girl won't marry him, and she comes on the
young fellow under some palms and they fall in love and fix it up to
double-cross the villain--Belmore can work it out from there. How about
that? And say, we can use a lot of trims from that South Sea piece we
did last year, all that yacht and island stuff--see what I mean?"

The other considered profoundly. "Yes, you got a story there, but it
won't be Robinson Crusoe, don't you see?"

Again Henshaw glanced up from his envelope with the light of
inspiration. "Well, how about this? Call it Robinson Crusoe, Junior!
There you are. We get the value of the name and do the story the way we
want it, the young fellow being shaved every day by the valet, and he
can invite the other party over to dine with him and receive them in
evening dress and everything. Can't you see it? If that story wouldn't
gross big then I don't know a story. And all easy stuff. We can use the
trims for the long shots, and use that inlet, toward the other end
of Catalina for the hut and the beach; sure-fire stuff, Governor--and
Robinson Crusoe, Junior is a cinch title."

"Well, give Belmore as much dope as you've got, and see what he can work
out."

They arose and stood by the counter to pay their checks.

"If you want to see the rushes of that stuff we shot this morning be
over to the projection room at five," said Henshaw as they went out.
Neither had observed the rising young screen actor, Clifford Armytage,
though he had coughed violently again as they left. He had coughed most
plausibly, moreover, because of the cigarettes.

At the cashier's window, no longer obstructed, he received his money,
another five-dollar bill adorned with the cheerfully prosperous face of
Benjamin Harrison and half that amount in silver coin. Then, although
loath to do this, he went to the dressing room and removed his make-up.
That grease paint had given him a world of confidence.

At the casting office he stopped to tell his friend of the day's camera
triumph, how the director had seemed to single him out from a hundred or
so revellers to portray facially the deadly effect of Broadway's night
life.

"Good work!" she applauded. "Before long you'll be having jobs oftener.
And don't forget, you're called again to-morrow morning for the
gambling-house scene."

She was a funny woman; always afraid he would f