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Was it his fault if other actors had turned into farce one of the worth-while things? He went to meet Mr. Walberg with this resentment so warm that his greeting of the strange gentleman was gruff and short. The caller, an alert, businesslike man, came at once to his point. He was, it proved, not the representative of a possibly repenting Baird.
"I wouldn't think of it," said the actor, still gruffly. "Do you mean that you can't come to the Bigart at all on any proposition?" "That's what I mean," confirmed Mr. Armytage. "Would three hundred and fifty a week interest you?" "No," said Mr. Armytage, though he gulped twice before achieving it. Mr. Walberg reported to his people that this Armytage lad was one hard-boiled proposition.
And scarcely had he finished dressing when Mr. Patterson was again at the door. "A gentleman downstairs to see you, Mr. Armytage. He says his name is Walberg but you don't know him. He says it's a business matter." "Very well, I'll be down." A business matter? He had no business matters with any one except Baird. He was smitten with a quick and quite illogical fear.
He's doping out something right now that would fit you like a glove and say, it would be a great idea to kind a' specialize in that spur act of yours. That got over big. We could work it in again. An act like that's good for a million laughs." Mr. Armytage eyed Mr. Walberg coldly. Even Mr. Walberg felt an extensive area of glaciation setting in.
He was unhappy and puzzled; in consequence, unamiable. "Sure, business," confirmed Mr. Walberg. "I understand you just finished another five-reeler for the Buckeye outfit, but how about some stuff for us now? We can give you as good a company as that one last night and a good line of comedy. We got a gag man that simply never gets to the end of his string.
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