I told you so, Ringrose proclaimed triumphantly. Disloyal as well as disorderly.
O God! . . . The star turned her eyes to the ceiling as she sank back into the couch and groaned. That I should live to see this day!
Ambrose's silence did not imply that he felt entirely comfortable.
Why did you call on Auburn Six? Ringrose persisted.
No match for these third degree methods, Ambrose stammered. She took me to meet Griesheimer.
Now perhaps they would drive him out. He prayed that they would throw him out.
I knew it! Imperia shrieked. So this is the thanks I get for my kindness to you. This is my reward. I answer your beseechings, isn't it, and take you to Hollywood. I invite you to share my home, I take you to see Lee Schwarzstein . . .
Be fair, Imperia, Ringrose warned her. You haven't yet.
I was going to take him. The appointment had been arranged. And you turn on me, she shouted at Ambrose, and drive out of my door like a kinkajou on a milkwagon to the L.L.B. lot in Culver City to see Griesheimer! . . . She made a very pretty
