In the morning Ambrose was offered the opportunity to acquire information concerning the moving picture script he was currently supposed to be writing. Philip Lawrence telephoned to invite him to come to the studio for a conference. Excited and curious, Ambrose dressed hurriedly, jumped into a taxi, and drove to the L.L.B. lot in Culver City. The boy at the gate, on hearing the name of Mr. Deacon, escorted him personally to Philip's office.
Lawrence greeted him cordially. Here's a pipe, old man. I'm sure you prefer a pipe. Jack always did.
Accepting the proffered pipe, Ambrose made him self comfortable.
Did you see the Barometer yesterday? Philip inquired.
Yes. What does it all mean?
I don't know how they got the story: Lucile Logan always gets things ahead of anybody else. Part of it's true even.
Part of . . . ?
Sure. I guess she invented the Persian setting.
