A BUNCH OF ONE-REELERS FROM BENTLY BROWN The Manager of the Acme Film Company cleared his throat with a rasping noise that sounded very loud, coming as it did after fifteen minutes of complete silence.

Luck, smoking a cigarette absent-mindedly by the window while he stared out across two vacant lots to a tawdry apartment house,--and saw a sage-covered plain instead of what was before his eyes,--started from his daydream and glanced at Martinson inquiringly.
"Well, what do you think of it ?" he asked.
Martinson cleared his throat again, and shuffled the typed sheets in his hands.

"Seems to lack action, don't it ?" he hazarded reluctantly.

"Of course, this is a rough draft; I realize that.

I suppose you'll strengthen up the plot, later on.