“You’re not the only one,” he said, “but that doesn’t keep them from working here and getting rich.”
I pocketed the money and started for the door when the phone rang. Sid answered and caught me as I touched the knob.
“For you,” he said.
I took it. A woman’s voice, frightened, musical and familiar answered.
“Mr. Peters,” she said. “Thank goodness I found you. I called your office, and Dr. Minck said I could reach you there. Errol Flynn said you might be able to help me. I need help.”
“Who is this?” I said, reaching for a pencil on Sid’s desk, “and where can I meet you?”
“My name is Judy Garland, and you can meet me at M.G.M as quickly as you can get here. Please hurry, Mr. Peters. I …”
Something or someone cut her off in mid-sentence. I ran for the door, without saying goodby to Sid Adelman or Warner Brothers.