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Poor Marjorie Mayes — she used to design for him, you know — she'd simply be in tears at the end of the day, after Drew had flown into a temper and torn up all her sketches — " "And I don't believe," Helen thought further to herself, "that you're being so terribly smart, either." "Then there was Constance Marshall— so talented and just beginning to be known — but after she couldn't make a go of it with Drew it seemed to set her career right back. None of the other studios would touch her. I've often wondered what happened to poor Constance. . . . Well, Mrs. Trent, thanks so much for your kindness— I'll drop around soon to see the sketches, shall I? Or you might come in for cocktails — any afternoon, I always have a crowd around." Still effervescing cordiality, she departed. For a moment Helen stood very still, smiling a little. "I don't," she said half aloud, "believe a word of it, Mrs. Sinclair! And I wonder — could you possibly be the one who got that poor little secretary to keep me from seeing Mr. Sinclair?" AFTER a week of working for Drew ' Sinclair, Helen was telling herself that his wife's description of his character had been falsehood from beginning to end. No one could have asked for more kindness, co-operation and generous approval than she got from Drew. She had a comfortable office and an efficient secretary of her own, an apparently unlimited budget, and a comparatively free hand in carrying out her own ideas of costuming the new picture. More than that, the picture itself was Sentinal Studios' biggest project for the year, a magnificent showcase for her designs. It was to be called "Fashions of 1939," and was, in effect, a cavalcade of styles. Reginald Peabody, Sentinal Studios' head staff designer, whom Helen had expected to be at least a little resentful of her, proved to be a good-natured young man with elegant clothes, fluttering hands and a nasal voice, who took her to lunch at the studio commissary and babbled amusing gossip for an hour. "You know, I thought you'd treat me as an interloper," she told him. "Instead, I feel like a guest of honor." His pale-blue eyes widened. "Interloper? For heaven's sake, my sweet, why? Because you're getting stuck with the biggest headache of the year? Believe me, I didn't want it — I have my hands full grinding out clothes for all the little orphan pictures nobody else bothers about, now 68 that your 'Fashions' is ready to go into production." Mrs. Sinclair burst into Helen's office one afternoon, crying, "Mrs. Trent — you wicked person! Why didn't you tell me this was the studio you expected to sign with? I'm so embarrassed I could die — telling you all those things about Drew and getting you afraid of him right at the start!" "It doesn't matter, Mrs. Sinclair," Helen said. "I wanted to tell you, but — well, I've learned that in Hollywood it's better not to talk about things until the contracts have been signed." "My dear, that's so wise!" Mrs. Sinclair said solemnly, as if Helen had just voiced a completely new and very profound bit of philosophy. "Tell me — are my sketches ready?" VES, I have a few here," and Helen ' produced them from a folder on her desk. Mrs. Sinclair pounced, shuffled through them avidly, and uttered little screams of delight. "So smart . . . beautiful . . . lovely! I really don't know which. . . ." ■ In the end she selected the sketch Helen thought least attractive, and suggested one or two changes which ruined it completely; but Helen promised to have it ready in a week for the first fitting. Steadily, sketches went out of Helen's office to Drew Sinclair, were enthusiastically approved, and began to take shape under Helen's own supervision and that of the wardrobe mistress, a blunt Hollywood veteran who rejoiced in the name of Verlaine Lafferty. Then, one morning, Drew Sinclair sent for Helen, and when she stepped into his office she saw that he was worried. "Mrs. Trent," he said, "I've just heard some news that may be rather important to us all. Steinbloch, over at Consolidated, is working on a picture called 'Modern Modes' — and it seems to be very much the same sort of thing as our 'Fashions.' " "Oh, Mr. Sinclair!" Helen gasped. Comparative newcomer to Hollywood though she was, she knew the meaning of that news. It would be a battle, now, between Consolidated and Sentinal to see which of them could get its fashion picture before the public first — and also to see which could produce the biggest and most spectacular film. Millions of dollars would be the prize for the victor — and a tremendous loss might be the punishment for the loser. "You used to work for Steinbloch, didn't you?" Sinclair remarked with a smile. "Well — all I can say is that I'm glad you're not working for him now! As it is, I think we've got a good chance of making him sorry he ever thought of 'Modern Modes.' ' "Thank you, Mr. Sinclair," Helen said. "I hope so." "Well — I just wanted to make sure you knew about the competition, and were aware of all it means to us. We'll have to shoot the picture through even faster than we'd planned, and even at that it'll have to be twice as good — " He broke off, one of his sudden, boyish smiles appearing on his face. "Might be a good RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR