They were numerous and some one of them would need the services of an experienced assistant.

This plan of endeavour crystallized as he made his way to the Holden lot.

He had brought his package of stills, but only because the girl had insisted on seeing them.
The Countess made nothing of letting him in.

She had missed him, she said, for what seemed like months, and was glad to hear that he now had something definite in view, because the picture game was mighty uncertain and it was only the lucky few nowadays that could see something definite.

He did not confide to her that the definite something now within his view would demand his presence at some distance from her friendly self.
He approached the entrance to Stage Five with head bent in calculation, and not until he heard her voice did he glance up to observe that the Montague girl was dancing from pleasure, it would seem, at merely beholding him.