Not even the women." "Want 'em for looks," said the customer.
"You've hit it, you've hit it!" exclaimed the salesman delightedly, as if the customer had expertly probed the heart of a world-old mystery.
He had now but to await his great moment.

The final scenes of the new piece were shot.

Again he was resting between pictures.

As the date for showing the first piece drew near he was puzzled to notice that both Baird and the Montague girl curiously avoided any mention of it.

Several times he referred to it in their presence, but they seemed resolutely deaf to his "Well, I see the big show opens Monday night." He wondered if there could be some recondite bit of screen etiquette which he was infringing.