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A Girl Comes to Hollywood
if you came forward and told these things you've told me, Mr. Allen would be delighted afterward to make you a present of the gold bag as a reward for helping him."
"You don't think so !" almost gasped Charlotte. "That beautiful bag ! It must have cost hundreds and hundreds of dollars, with all them diamonds along the top."
"I believe he'd do it if it had cost a thousand !" answered Madeleine.
. The evening after the farewell between the two maids, Miss Mary Smith, beautiful as ever, left the studio at six twenty precisely.
Pauline Fordham had also finished for the day and had been released by her director-husband. Mary wanted to go to Pasadena for some reason or other, she hadn't very clearly explained what, but perhaps she had hinted to Pauline that she didn't wish to accept any invitation from Mr. Sonnenberg.
"I'll take you!" Pauline had promptly offered, much amused at the comedy being played in and out of the studio by big Ossie and his reluctant sweetie.
With the capture of the accomplice, Madeleine saw her mission nearing its end, and the freedom of Malcolm in sight.
"My God!" breathed Charlotte. "Well, I'm glad I've kep' my mouth closed till now, if you say I could get such a present for opening it."
"This is between you and me, Charlotte," Madeleine said confidentially. "You just be sensible when the right time comes, and I've a hunch that gold bag's as good as yours !"
"You dragged out of that girl what my men couldn't get," John Barrett praised Madeleine when she told him.
Madeleine's mission at the Ambassador was over. But rather than excite suspicion in Charlotte, she returned to work next morning. About nine o'clock she received a telegram, calling her to the bedside of an invalid aunt. She said good-by to Charlotte, and whispered a promise not to forget about the gold bag.
The star had gone through such experiences herself, before she married her director. She knew how it was, when a girl needed to keep on a producer's good side, and yet was anxious to stall him off.
"If you hadn't told me, kid, that you were mad about Allen and working for him," said Pauline, turning the nose of her smart roadster toward Pasadena, "I'd believe you had a date with some sheik. As it is — well, you