Merton eyed the dusty floor, the gleaming counters, the curtains that shielded the shelves, with a new disdain.

Sooner than he had thought he would bid them a last farewell.

And to-day, at least, he was free of them--free to be on the lot at two, to shoot Western stuff.
Let to-morrow, with its old round of degrading tasks, take care of itself.
At 10:30 he was in church.

He was not as attentive to the sermon as he should have been, for it now occurred to him that he had no stills of himself in the garb of a clergyman.

This was worth considering, because he was not going to be one of those one-part actors.