Talking Screen (Sep-Oct 1930)

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Kenny dropped to his knees on the floor and the Big Shot found himself staring into muzzles. "Hello, Sullivan," he said to one of the men fingering a Tommy gun, "where do you think we're going?" THE The concluding installment of the mystery which rocked Cosmic Studios — two men murdered and a leering, sinister voice that warned them from the projection room screen. What was the solution? Part II JOYCE and Kenny sat in the front room of Joyce's apartment, looking glum and unhappy. "Well, honey," said Joyce, ""it looks like my movie career is over for a while." ""Yes," said Kenny, "'and I haven't a ghost of a chance of becoming a direaor." "'But imagine the police closing the Cosmic Studios!" said Joyce. "Why did they do that? Neither Kearney nor Denis was killed on the lot. " She was resentful. "No, but the police think they were both killed because they were working for Fishbein. I don't know just how they figure that." "Do you mean to say they can keep the Studio closed until they find the murderer.^ Why, that might be forever!" "Sure, they can do most anything they want. Who's going to stop the police.''" Joyce looked sad again. "Well, that means no salary checks. And it also means no wedding!" "Don't rub it in!" said Kenny. "What else do you 64