“And it’s only eleven miles,” Dot reminded her. “Oh, aren’t you thrilled, Linda?”
“Of course I am. What girl wouldn’t be?”
“If they offer you the contract now, won’t you change your mind and go into pictures?” inquired Dot.
“No,” replied the famous aviatrix, decidedly. “I love the movies, and of course I’m keen to see the stars face to face, but I still haven’t the slightest desire to act. I guess I’m too shy. I get so fussed.”
“But it’ll be kind of a mean trick to haul that girl out of the picture after the Film Corporation have advertised it, and then not take her place. The producer may lose a lot of money.”
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“That’s his fault. They should have been more careful about looking up her credentials2.”
“Suppose you can’t convince them that you’re the real Linda Carlton?” suggested Dot.
“I’ll have to stay there till I do. But I have my licenses4 with me. I only wish I had my Distinguished5 Flying Cross, but unfortunately Daddy put it away in his safe-deposit box.”
The bus was luxurious6 and the girls settled down in delighted comfort. All the other passengers looked prosperous and well dressed; from their appearance they might easily be moving-picture stars. But of course they weren’t, the girls decided1, for even the humblest star has her own car.
The country through which they were travelling was lovely, and as they approached Hollywood, the girls noticed charming, well-kept bungalows7 and homes of every description. As if everyone who lived there were wealthy. The fresh green lawns, the tall palm trees shading the streets, the vivid blue sky above formed a striking picture. No wonder most girls were wild to go to Hollywood!
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Linda and Dot went on to Culver City, where most of the studios were located, and found the Apex8 Film Corporation, housed in a large and imposing9 building. As they ascended10 the steps Linda became exceedingly nervous, almost to the point of wishing that she hadn’t come.
“Suppose they take us for extras—applying for jobs—and throw us out!” she whispered, fearfully.
“Don’t be silly, Linda! Your name would get you in anywhere!”
“I’m not so sure of that. We fliers aren’t much here, where they have a world of their own and so many celebrities11.”
The girls walked through a hall to a beautiful reception room, where a “publicity12” girl, who looked like an actress herself, took Linda’s card and passed into an office to the right.
In a moment she returned with the information that the girls might go into the office.
“Mr. Von Goss is out, but his secretary will see you,” she said. “Mr. Leslie Sprague.”
“You do the talking, Dot,” begged Linda, as they left the room.
“Be yourself!” commanded her companion. “You can fly over the Atlantic Ocean alone, and you’re afraid of an insignificant13 little secretary!”
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Linda laughed. What would she ever do without Dot to restore her courage whenever a fit of shyness overtook her? Holding her head high, she marched into the office where the secretary was sitting.
The latter, a young man of medium height, with a blond moustache, stood up as the girls entered. He opened his mouth to speak—but continued to keep it open without saying anything for a moment.
“There’s some mistake,” he finally managed to stammer14.
Linda laughed, quite at ease.
“There’s been a big mistake,” she said. “And your director, Mr. Von Goss, I believe his name is, has made it. I am the real Linda Carlton, and he has signed up an impostor for the flying part in his picture!”
A slight sneer15 spread over the young man’s features.
“I suppose you have proof, Miss—er—?” he asked in a tone that plainly showed that he did not suppose anything of the sort. How nasty he was, not even to call Linda “Miss Carlton” and at least give her the benefit of the doubt!
Dot’s chin shot up in the air.
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“You don’t suppose we’d come here, without some proof, do you, Mr. Sprague?” she demanded, haughtily16. “Miss Carlton is a very busy person, as you’d know if you read the newspapers.”
The man flushed at Dot’s high-handed manner; he was not used to being rebuked17 by others. Little as she was, Dot Crowley had a masterful way of driving straight at the mark.
Linda opened her handbag and held out her licenses.
“Just have these verified,” she said, calmly.
The young man stared at them.
“Where did you get hold of these?” he asked, slyly. “Find Miss Carlton’s handbag?”
Linda made no reply, but turned her face aside in haughty18 disdain19, as Sprague rang a bell and summoned a young woman from another office, to whom he made a slight explanation.
“And now,” he continued after the girl had left with the cards, “what do you propose to do about it—if your identity should be established?”
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“Simply have proof that you will remove my name from the pictures, and print a statement saying that you had been misled.”
Mr. Sprague smiled sarcastically20.
“You want the part yourself, I suppose?”
“I do not,” replied Linda, firmly. “I have neither time nor inclination21 to go into the moving pictures. Your actress can play the part—under her own name, whatever it is.”
“Mr. Von Goss would never consent to that. The girl isn’t much of an actress. He just engaged her for the value of the publicity. And, if she should prove to be an impostor, I’m sure he wouldn’t want her.”
“Well, that’s not my affair,” concluded Linda, rising. “Please get my licenses back for me now, Mr. Sprague, and when you have proof, Mr. Von Goss can communicate with me at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles.”
“Wait a minute—wait a minute,” cautioned Sprague, smugly. “We can’t verify that license3 in five minutes. The other girl also had licenses in the name of Miss Linda Carlton, and the two will have to be compared, in order to find out which is a counterfeit22!”
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“Why, that’s ridiculous!” exclaimed Dot. “People can’t counterfeit U. S. Government licenses!”
The secretary smiled in his superior manner.
“Real counterfeiters can counterfeit anything,” he informed them.
“Then let me have mine back until we can place them side by side with this other girl’s,” demanded Linda.
Sprague shook his head.
“I’m sorry, madam, but it’s too late to do that now. They have already been handed over to our private detective, I’m sure.”
“How soon will he give them back?” asked Dot.
“Tomorrow, probably.”
“Where is this double of mine?” questioned Linda, with astonishing directness. “On the lot?”
“No. She’s at Spring City now—or rather, on her way to the coast. She’s due here tomorrow afternoon, flying into the Los Angeles airport, to begin her part in the rehearsals23.”
“We’ll be there to meet her,” announced Linda, with determination. “What time?”
“Three o’clock. I’ll—meet you.”
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Reluctantly the girls left the building, for they hated to go without the licenses, and walked out into the bright sunshine.
“What a pest that man is!” exclaimed Dot. “Of all the smug, self-satisfied, little tin-gods, he’s the worst I ever met.”
“He was rather unpleasant,” agreed Linda. “But he probably likes the false Linda, and believes in her. So he treats us as criminals.”
“I suppose that’s it. But he didn’t have to be so nasty about it. And the ridiculous way he tried to trip you up, asking where you got hold of Miss Carlton’s licenses. It made my blood boil.”
“He’s not worth getting excited over, Dot, for after all, it will be Mr. Von Goss who will decide the thing. Let’s forget him now, and go to one of these spiffy restaurants for lunch. Don’t you hope we see some of the stars?”
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They sauntered along leisurely24, looking at the people they passed, wondering whether they were actors and actresses. But it was confusing, for every girl here seemed to be pretty, and every man handsome. Indeed, the stenographers and waitresses were no doubt girls who had won beauty contests at home, only to come to Hollywood to find that beauty was as common as blades of grass, and that there was more to getting into the films than that. But of course these girls with the jobs—any jobs—were the lucky ones. Thousands of others must have returned home penniless.
The restaurant Linda and Dot selected was a charming one, not far from several of the studios, and the girls entered it with subdued25 excitement. Although it was crowded, the head waiter succeeded in finding them a little table by the wall, where they could eat and watch their fellow-diners.
For a few minutes, while they sipped26 their tomato cocktails27, their eyes wandered about the softly lighted room, recognizing nobody in particular. Then, all of a sudden, Dot pinched Linda’s arm.
“That’s Joan Crawford!” she whispered.
“Where?”
“Over there—to the left.”
“That girl with glasses?”
“Yes. She wears them a lot in public, they say, so that people won’t recognize her. But I’m sure it’s she. And there’s her husband, sitting down beside her now. Anybody’d know him.”
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Linda nodded, and feasted her eyes on one of Hollywood’s most celebrated28 and charming couples.
“And here comes Marlene Dietrich!” exclaimed Linda. “With that director she’s so fond of. She is pretty, isn’t she?”
“Yes, only I like our own actresses better than those foreigners. They always seem so affected29.”
“How about Claudette Colbert? You like her, don’t you?” asked Linda, jealously. She had a great admiration30 for the French ever since her delightful31 reception in Paris.
“Yes, of course.... Oh, look, Linda—there’s Dimples!”
“Dimples? You mean June Collyer?”
“No, Stupid! A masculine Dimples. Gable, of course.”
“So it is! Wouldn’t Sara Wheeler be thrilled if she were here? She’s wild about him.”
“I heard he was getting a divorce. If you stayed around here, Linda, and took that part, you might have a chance.”
Linda laughed.
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“The last thing I’d ever want to do is marry a movie actor!”
“I guess you’re right at that,” agreed Dot, sensibly. “Their marriages don’t often take.”
The girls made their lunch last as long as they could, and when they had finished they decided to go to a movie. For although Hollywood is the town where they make pictures, they also have many gorgeous picture palaces. Both Linda and Dot felt proud to know that they were having first chance at seeing a show which their friends in Spring City probably could not view until many months later.
After the performance was over they took the bus back to Los Angeles and went straight to their room to dress elaborately for dinner. They were almost ready when the telephone on the tiny table between their beds jingled32 impatiently.
It was Mr. Von Goss, the director of the Apex Film Corporation, the man whom they had hoped to see instead of that unpleasant secretary.
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“May I come over and see you right after dinner, Miss—er—Carlton?” he asked. “Sprague has just told me the news, and I want to learn all I can about it at once.”
“Certainly,” agreed Linda. “I shall be glad to see you as soon as possible.”
Linda replaced the receiver and turned to Dot.
“You know what I’ve been thinking? This girl can’t look exactly like me, or Mr. Sprague wouldn’t have noticed the difference at once. Instead, he’d have greeted me more like a friend. But you remember—he opened his mouth in surprise.”
“That’s right. Of course we couldn’t judge much from her picture, with that helmet on. She was your build and your type, Linda. Light curly hair, and the same kind of nose.”
“I’m dying to see her.”
“So am I. But we shall tomorrow.”
“Well,” continued Linda, “it’s going to be interesting to get Mr. Von Goss’s reaction. At any rate, he was a lot more polite over the telephone than his secretary.”
The man arrived about nine o’clock, and Linda heard herself being paged just as she and Dot came out of the dining-room.
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“Hadn’t I better slip off?” suggested the latter, in a whisper.
“No, indeed!” protested Linda. “I need your moral support.”
Mr. Von Goss was a stout33 man of past middle-age, heavy set, with a big jaw34 and a pair of keen blue eyes—obviously a man of power in his own field. Nevertheless, he looked thoroughly35 disturbed over the matter which had just been brought to his attention by his secretary.
“You claim to be Miss Carlton?” he inquired, as Linda came up to him in the hotel lobby.
“Yes,” replied Linda. “And this is my friend, Miss Crowley. Shall we go into one of those little parlors36 where we can talk?”
The director nodded, and Linda led the way into a small room that was unoccupied at the moment.
“Er—will you have a cigarette, Miss—er—Carlton?” he inquired.
“No, thank you,” answered Linda. “But you go ahead and smoke, Mr. Von Goss.”
The man lighted a cigar.
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“This is bad business,” he said. “If what you claim is true, and we have signed up the wrong young lady.”
“You are satisfied with my proofs?” asked Linda, hoping that he had brought back her licenses.
“Can’t tell yet. The other girl certainly looks like all the newspaper pictures I’ve ever seen of the famous aviatrix. If she isn’t Linda Carlton, she certainly fooled me—and my secretary, too.”
“Do I look like my pictures?” inquired Linda, demurely37.
Mr. Von Goss surveyed her critically.
“Not so much as the other girl,” he replied, with a smile. “But of course you’re in evening dress, and the other girl always wears flying suits.”
“She would,” put in Dot, cryptically38.
“And, as Mr. Sprague suggested,” added Mr. Von Goss, “there’s the possibility that the real Miss Carlton’s licenses were stolen—and that by you—or anyone else!”
“Oh, that Mr. Sprague!” exclaimed Dot, with the utmost disdain.
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“There are two things to do,” announced Linda, who had already come to a definite conclusion. “Get the two of us together, and have some one who knows us in aviation pick out the real Linda Carlton—or—”
“But Mr. Sprague, and some fliers he knows, have already identified our Miss Carlton,” interrupted the director. “It was Sprague who looked her up, and brought her into the production.”
“Then we’ll have to resort to the only other suggestion I have, if you can’t decide on our license cards.... It so happens that I am the only woman in the United States to hold an airplane mechanic’s license.... Now, my cards could be stolen, but not my knowledge. So my idea is this: Have some good airplane mechanic give us both an examination, and only the real Linda Carlton will pass.”
The director smiled broadly at the suggestion. It was an ingenious plan, and it appealed to his sense of the dramatic.
“I believe you, Miss Carlton. I think you must be the right girl, or you would never make such a suggestion. We’ll try the thing out tomorrow. When the other girl arrives at two o’clock, as she wired, I’ll take you to the airport to meet her.”
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“Two o’clock?” repeated Linda. “But Mr. Sprague said ‘Three’!”
“He must have made a mistake. He told me two.... Now, how would you girls like to go to a reception with me? One of the stars is giving a house-warming at her new place at Beverly Hills, and I think I can ring you in on it, if you’d care about it.”
“We’d love it!” cried Dot, jumping up excitedly. “But please wait until we put on our very best dresses, Mr. Von Goss.”
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