He had not known that the casting director's duties required her to handle money, but probably he had overlooked this item in her routine.

And was counterfeit money about?
He drew out his own remaining bill and scrutinized it anxiously.

It seemed to be genuine.
He hoped it was, for Mrs.Patterson's sake, and was relieved when she accepted it without question that night.
Later he tested the handful of silver that remained to him and prayed earnestly that an increase of prosperity be granted to producers of the motion picture.

With the silver he eked out another barren week, only to face a day the evening of which must witness another fiscal transaction with Mrs.Patterson.And there was no longer a bill for this heartless society creature.

He took a long look at the pleasant little room as he left it that morning.