"I know, Luck," the human side of him observed sympathetically; "it's just made-to-order melodrama, but business is simply rotten, old man.

We've just got to release films the market calls for.

There's no art-for-art's-sake in the movie business, and you know it.

Now, personally, I like that scenario of yours--" "Forget it!" said Luck crisply, warning him off the subject.

To make the warning keener-edged, he lifted the typed sheets over which he had worked so late the night before, glanced at the top one, gave a snort, and tore them twice down the length of them with vicious twists of his fingers.