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You do that, and you'll be setting up nights counting profits instead of nursing them!" Martinson began to stir up the litter on his desk, another bad-weather sign. "I can't waste time talking nonsense," he snapped. "I've got plenty to do without that. That stuff has got to be retaken; every foot of it, if you've gone on burlesquing the action.
Then he went into a sleep-charged atmosphere and gave a real, old-time range yell. "Why, I saw that peaked little person with Mr. Martinson," Mrs. Andy remarked slightingly at the breakfast table. "Was that Bently Brown? And he has the nerve to want to stand around and boss you oh, find, me an umbrella, somebody!
After awhile it occurred to him that, unless he relented from his final statement to Martinson, he was a young man out of a job, but that did not worry him much. Of course, if he left the Acme Company, he would have to look around for an opening somewhere else, where he could take his Happy Family and maybe produce....
Slowly, hour by hour, the white dot was moving away, off the screen altogether.... The Major looked up at Tom and slammed his fist on the chair-arm. "By the ten moons of Saturn...." he exploded, and then he was on his feet, shouting at the startled Map Control officer. "Get me Martinson down here, and fast.
You can talk to me, though, with the same confidence that you could to him. I'm the responsible head here. However, you're the best judge of that." Butler debated with himself in silence for a few moments, estimating the man before him. "Are you a family man yourself?" he asked, oddly. "Yes, sir, I'm married," replied Martinson, solemnly. "I have a wife and two children."
Martinson, from long experience conceived that this must be a matter of family misconduct a son, daughter, wife. Such cases were not infrequent. "I thought I would like to talk to Mr. Pinkerton himself, but if you're the responsible head " Butler paused. "I am," replied Martinson. "You can talk to me with the same freedom that you could to Mr. Pinkerton. Won't you come into my private office?
There were other orders ahead of Los Angeles in Luck's book, but they waited a little longer so that he might the sooner taste a little of the sweets of revenge. Whether Bently Brown and Martinson saw The Phantom Herd, Luck was a long, long time finding out. But he learned that some one else did see it, and that right speedily.
I want to know whether a certain man where I live is goin' with a certain woman, and where. You could find that out aisy enough, I belave couldn't you?" "Nothing easier," replied Martinson. "We are doing it all the time. Let me see if I can help you just a moment, Mr. Scanlon, in order to make it easier for you.
Had he been certain that it was Martinson, Luck would have lain there and let it ring itself tired. But there is always the doubt when a telephone bell calls peremptorily. He waited sulkily until the girl at the switchboard in the office below settled down to prolong the siege. Luck knew that girl would never quit now that she was sure he was in.
I've had Clements go over them and start the carpenters on the street set where most of the exterior action takes place; we're behind on releases, you know, and these ought to be rushed. You'd better go over and see how he's making out; you may want to make some changes." Luck hesitated so long that Martinson was on the edge of withdrawing the proffered scripts.
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