Twentieth Century until he had left Griesheimer's office: a pain to recall some of the episodes, a relief to share his confidence with some one he believed to by sympathetic. He even added to what he had told Jack Story the episodes of Abel Morris, Wilhelmina Ford, and Marna Frost, more to get them out of his pent-up heart than because he believed they had anything to do with the situation. Lawrence followed the narrative with close attention, greeting certain items with chuckles or exclamations of delight, and occasionally interrupting the history outright to indulge in an explosion of mirth. When Ambrose had concluded, Lawrence breathed a pensive Whew! and then sat musing in profound silence.
By Petronius, he cried at last, I think we've got it!
Got what? demanded the bewildered Ambrose.
Material for a super-special. It's a push-over. Lawrence was ebullient in his enthusiasm.
But I don't understand. You don't mean that. . . .
Exactly.
this is film material? Ambrose insisted on finishing his sentence.
The best.
Well, I'll be God damned! Astonishment alone could have caused Ambrose to resort to profanity.
