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carefree air and she was no part of it. She sat in the cab feeling trapped. Jay was claiming her again. She knew how importunate and relentless he could be. It would always be the same, a show of tenderness, then the back of his hand. He was spoiled and cruel; but she had to face it, he had some awful power over her. She didn't know how to cope with him.
Next day, early, she went to see Mr. Zukor.
"When can I go to Hollywood ?" she asked.
"Just as soon as you've completed your contract with Zieg
feld." He pushed a button. "Get Flo Ziegfeld for me, dear
You've made a wise decision, Mae Hello, Flo ? Little Mae
Murray has decided to become a movie star. Umhum. Umhum.
January. We'll take good care of her, Flo Dear, get me Jesse
Lasky in Hollywood Jesse, we're signing Mae Murray of
the Ziegfeld Follies. Yes, the Pickum number. No, nothing like Pickford. She's a naive, sensuous blonde girl with beestung lips. A very elusive personality. Ingenue eyes, Irish
coquetry January. Transfer me to DeMille, will you, Jesse ?
I want to know what he has lined up for Reid. You know that book we bought, Sweet Kitty Bellairs? It might be just the thing for Reid and Murray."
It began to excite her. She'd read the novel, Sweet Kitty Bellairs; they seemed to know about her in Hollywood. Some of it she didn't understand, but they were talking now about a house and a maid and a drawing room on the train; starting salary, three hundred.
"Before the year is out, you'll be making a thousand," Zukor told her, "or I'll miss my guess."
But all she asked really was to escape from Jay, to be free again. For the first time in months, she felt light-hearted, as she floated down from Zukor's office out onto Fifth Avenue. In January she'd be on the train on her way to stardom, the red carpet, the brass band.
When she walked right into him on the street, she stood stunned for an instant, then blurted:
"Jay, I'm going to Hollywood!"
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