“It’s just like a fairy-tale,” whispered Dot, as the girls left their evening cloaks in a beautiful blue satin boudoir. “But what is there for a girl like this to look forward to? Why, she has everything!”
“Almost too much,” said Linda.
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“But her fame probably won’t last more than ten years at the most. I read somewhere that even that is a long time for an actress. After that she has to take character parts, and ‘what have you’.”
“That seems tragic—giving up what you like to do best. I expect to fly till I die.”
“That’s just what your Aunt Emily says—only she means it differently. That you’ll meet your death in the air.”
Linda laughed, and she and Dot hastened to join Mr. Von Goss, who was waiting for them at the foot of the marble staircase.
“I sort of feel as if we were butting2 in,” whispered Linda. “Do I look terribly countrified—or small-townish?”
“My dear, you’re as pretty as any star here, and lots prettier than some,” replied Dot, reassuringly3.
“Well, you surely look sweet in that peach chiffon, Dot. You look like Paris itself.”
“Of course I do!” laughed the other girl. “I’m not going to have any inferiority complex. And don’t you, either, Linda!”
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Taking them into his charge, Mr. Von Goss led the girls about the luxurious4 rooms, introducing Linda to everybody as the most famous girl flier in the world. It was evident from his manner that he was entirely5 convinced that she was the real Linda.
The effect of the reception as a whole was startling, overpowering. Linda felt almost as if she wanted to gasp6 for breath, so overcome was she by the brilliancy of it all. It was only when she met Ann Harding, her favorite actress, that she really felt at home.
Miss Harding was amazingly beautiful—far lovelier than she seemed on the screen, if such a thing were possible. Her rich, low voice was charming, her complexion7 perfect, her golden hair like the pictures of a fairy queen. Yet there was something sad in her beautiful brown eyes. She and her husband had recently parted.
“Oh, I am so thrilled to meet you, Linda Carlton!” she said, holding Linda’s hand in hers. “I am only an amateur flier, but I love it so. And I have read about every single thing you have ever done.”
Linda blushed deeply at the praise; she wished she could summon courage to tell Miss Harding that she was her favorite star, but she was too shy to utter the words. She was afraid it might sound like idle flattery, thought up on the spur of the moment.
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Dot, however, came to her rescue.
“You’re Linda’s favorite actress, Miss Harding,” she announced, calmly. “She goes to see all your pictures—two or three times. Especially the one where you played a character named ‘Linda.’ Do you remember?”
“Indeed I do,” replied Miss Harding. “And I loved that part.”
The three girls sat down in a corner and actually were able to talk flying without any interruption for about ten minutes. Then someone came to claim Miss Harding, and Mr. Von Goss appeared for his protegees.
Nothing was said, during the entire reception, of the trouble Linda was in, or of the fact that another girl was actually playing her part. The director had asked the girls not to mention the fact, and they were glad to accede8 to his wishes.
He took them to another room, a spacious9 hall with a beautiful shiny floor and a marvellous orchestra, and introduced some younger men to them, so that they could enjoy the dancing. Then a sumptuous10 supper was served, and the party broke up before midnight.
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“I never thought the reception would be over so early, Mr. Von Goss,” remarked Dot, as the director drove the girls back to their hotel in his car. “I always thought Hollywood went in for wild parties.”
The man shook his head.
“No. If anything, the stars keep earlier hours than ordinary people. Many of them have to be on location early in the morning, and their work is long and tiring. All the considerate hostesses arrange for their parties to be early affairs.”
“One more mistaken idea shot to pieces,” laughed Dot.
“We’ve had a marvellous time, Mr. Von Goss,” said Linda, as the car stopped at the Ambassador. “We never can thank you enough. And I’m so glad we could go tonight, for we’ll probably be flying home tomorrow.”
The man raised his eyebrows11.
“I’m not so sure we can clear things up by then. But I hope so. At any rate, I’ll meet you both at the airport at two o’clock in the afternoon.”
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The girls said good night to Mr. Von Goss and went to their room, but they found that they were not sleepy. The party had been too exciting to settle down and forget it so soon.
“It does kind of get into your blood,” remarked Linda, as she took off her most elaborate evening gown. “All the rush and splendor12 and excitement, I mean.”
“Weakening?” teased Dot.
“You mean go into pictures myself, if I had the chance? No—never! Why, you can’t tell me Ann Harding’s happy. Or Joan Crawford.... No, it’s not satisfying, like flying. I know what I love best, and I mean to stick to it!”
“Wise girl!” was the comment. “But you surely have Mr. Von Goss worried.”
“No wonder. He says he advanced that other girl fifteen thousand dollars, just for the use of my name, and he’s already spent at least a hundred thousand on the story and the sets.”
“It seems as if you just couldn’t let him down, Linda.”
“I’m not letting him down. I never made any promises to him. He’s being let down because he was so careless.”
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For at least an hour the girls continued to discuss the party and the stars, until at last they settled down to sleep, thankful that they had no need to get up early in the morning.
They combined breakfast and lunch the following day at noon, and went to the flying field a little before two o’clock to be on hand when the false Linda should arrive.
Linda was intensely excited. She tried over and over to picture to herself what this meeting would be like, whether the girl would be humble13 and sorry, whether she would try to work on Linda’s sympathies by telling of some pressing need she had for money, or whether she would be flippant and self-assured, still insisting that she was the real Linda Carlton.
Mr. Von Goss’s car appeared shortly after Linda and Dot arrived, and they recognized Mr. Leslie Sprague in the back seat. Both men nodded to the girls, who had dismissed their taxi and were standing14 beside one of the hangars, talking to an attendant.
“See your names in the paper, girls?” he was asking them.
“No. When?” inquired Dot.
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The mechanic picked up a newspaper and handed it to them. There was a picture, somewhat poor, to be sure, of Linda and Dot in their flying suits and an account of their arrival, recalling the incident of their strange landing at Kansas City. Underneath15 were the names, “Miss Sallie Slocum and Miss May Manton.”
“How did they ever get that picture?” demanded Dot.
“Snapped it when you weren’t looking. Those newspaper reporters are up to all sorts of tricks. The beacon16 light is bright, and he had a special camera.”
Linda looked serious.
“This may make trouble for us, Dot,” she said, in a low voice.
The director and his secretary got out of the car and advanced towards the girls just as an airplane loomed17 into view. Linda stared excitedly at the sky, trying to make out what kind of plane it was. It was not an autogiro.
“There she is!” shouted Mr. Von Goss, and Mr. Sprague took off his hat and waved it violently into the air.
“The secretary’s pretty keen about the false Linda, or I miss my guess,” whispered Dot, in her companion’s ear. “Look how excited he is! How wildly he’s waving!”
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The aviatrix, who was just overhead, suddenly banked her plane, and made a turn to the left. Then she nosed her plane higher into the air.
“Doing some stunts18 for us!” exclaimed Mr. Von Goss. “She’s a great little flier, all right—”
“She’s—she’s going away!” faltered19 Linda, in deepest disappointment.
“Probably forgotten something,” remarked Leslie Sprague, casually20. “I was almost certain, anyhow, that she said three o’clock—not two. She’ll most likely be back at three.”
“You mean to say we’ll have to wait a whole hour?” demanded Dot, as the plane disappeared in the distance.
“That’s up to you,” returned Sprague, nonchalantly.
Mr. Von Goss reached into his pocket and extracted a clipping. It was the newspaper picture of Dot and Linda, with the fictitious21 names under it.
“Sprague showed me this,” he said, handing the clipping to Linda, with a suspicious look in his eyes.
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Linda trembled in spite of herself, but Dot immediately explained how it had happened. Mr. Von Goss, however, looked doubtful of the truth of the story, and Sprague listened with a nasty grin on his face.
“We’ll have to talk this over later,” the director said finally. “I have an appointment now. As soon as the girl arrives, you better all come straight to the studio, where we can compare licenses23, and so on.”
“Where is mine?” demanded Linda.
“Sprague’s keeping it. He’ll hand it over when the time comes.”
With a brief nod of good-bye, the two men drove away together, and the girls stood watching them in dismay.
“Something tells me that that young lady won’t be back here,” Dot said dismally24.
“I’m afraid not. Maybe she even saw us, for her plane was pretty low. And if she had glasses—”
“Of course she had glasses! No girl who plays a tricky25 game like this one is going to go about unprepared. It would be like a gangster26 without a gun.”
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They waited impatiently for over an hour, but nothing happened, and even the men did not return. Other planes flew into the busy airport, landed and took off, but there was no sign of Linda’s “double.”
Bored with the inactivity, they strolled over to the hangar where the Ladybug was housed, and looked her over.
“I’d fly over to the studio if I only had my licenses,” said Linda. “But I hate to break laws—even though it isn’t my fault.”
“That man has no right to keep them!” stormed Dot. “I’ll bet Sprague’s at the bottom of this.”
“He’s still trying to protect his girl-friend, I’m sure of that.... Well, Dot, we may as well go back to the hotel, for if she should arrive, I feel confident that Mr. Von Goss would call us there.”
Linda’s confidence, however, was sadly misplaced. For no one at the studio called to inform her that the other girl landed her plane right on the set a little after three o’clock.
With the neatness of a born flier, she brought her plane to the ground, climbed out of the cockpit and strolled into Mr. Von Goss’s office. The director had not yet returned, but Sprague was sitting at his desk. In a few words he explained the situation, but before the girl could make any reply, Mr. Von Goss walked in.
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“You’ve heard the story, Miss—Carlton?” he asked, hesitating a little over the name.
The girl, who really resembled Linda to a remarkable27 degree, laughed and shrugged28 her shoulders.
“I’m used to things like that,” she said. “It used to worry me at first, but I never pay any attention to them now. Why, Mr. Von Goss, you can see for yourself how absurd the claim is! The girl’s real name—Sallie Slocum—has been printed in the newspaper twice.”
“Yes, of course that’s true. But how about those license22 cards?”
“Your detective will soon prove them counterfeits29. And the signatures forged.”
Still, the man hesitated.
“The other girl said something about taking a test. Said she was the only licensed30 mechanic in the country. That made it sound pretty genuine to me.”
Again the girl laughed.
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“That was a clever ruse,” she said. “But probably Miss Slocum has passed that test since I did, and thinks she knows more than I would.... No, Mr. Von Goss, I haven’t time to fool around here taking tests. I’ve got to be on my way tomorrow. So if you want me in the picture, you’ll have to let me go through my stunts now.”
“I don’t see how it can be done—” began the director.
“Very well, then,” agreed the girl. “I’d better give you back your check, because I’m really too busy to wait around here. After all, the money doesn’t mean much to me—and I don’t need the publicity31!”
Mr. Von Goss looked at her keenly. She must be the real Linda, he thought, or she certainly wouldn’t talk like this. It never occurred to him that she was acting32.
“No—I don’t want to give up now. We’ll go through with your part of the show.... Sprague, get the people on the wire....”
And so, while Linda and Dot were patiently waiting for their telephone call at the hotel, the impostor almost completed her part in the picture, promising33 to return for only a couple of hours’ work in the morning.
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