my father owns a slew of the
company's stock, but then Dad is connected with so many vast
enterprises that--"

"Joosta wan minoote!" interrupts Genaro, turnin' a cold eye on Harold.
"Joosta wan minoote! We're very busy joosta now, sometime nex' week
everybody she'sa listen about your father. What we wanna know is what
Meester Potts he'sa senda you out here to do?"

"Yeh!" says Duke. "That's the idea--what's your act?"

"Why, I intend to play romantic leads," pipes Harold, "and I have an
idea that--"

"Ha, ha!" laughs the Kid. "That's fair enough. All Edison had was a
idea, and look at him now!"

Harold frowns at him and walks over to Miss Vincent.

"How do you do, Miss Vincent," he says, takin' off his hat and
presentin' her with a bow. "I knew you at once from your photographs.
I have a remarkable memory, inherited from my father. The late J. P.
Morgan once said of him, during the course of a gigantic stock deal,
that--but enough of personalities. I saw you in the 'Escapades of
Eva.'"

"Did you like me?" smiles Miss Vincent.

"Very much!" Harold tells her. "Although the mediocre support and
execrable direction spoiled most of your opportunities. Now if _I_ had
directed that picture, you would have been a great deal--"

"Joosta wan minoote!" butts in Genaro, gettin' red in the face. "I,
Genaro, directed that picture!"

Harold looks over at him and lights a cigarette.

"Well," he says, flickin' the ash in Genaro's drinkin' glass, "I
daresay you did your best! But had _I_ been there when the picture was
being produced, I would have suggested a great many things that would
have greatly improved it. I remember calling Belasco's attention to a
detail one time and Dave said to me--"

"Enough!" snaps Genaro, glarin' at him. "You will report to Meester
Duke. He'sa tella you what to do. Or maybe," he snorts, "maybe _you_
tella heem!"

And he stamps out of the office.

"What a quaint little man!" says Harold, sittin' down in Genaro's chair
and glancin' with interest over some letters that was on his desk.
"How do those chaps ever get into the movies?"

"Ow!" whispers Duke. "If the quaint little man had only heard that!"
He turns, to Harold. "I don't know where I can place you right away,"
he says. "How are you on Shakespeare? We're putting on a seven reeler
of 'As You Like It' with Betty Vincent as Rosalind. Do you think you
could do Orlando?"

Harold throws out his chest and sneers.