Accordingly, an Army bomber sped southeastward, via Anchorage, to Seattle where, at Boeing Field, a very discouraged Johnny alighted, his face falling after he had thanked the officer pilot and the need for forced spirits was done. “Aw,” said Irish, as they rode in a taxi into urban Seattle, “the worst he can do is fire us.” “Yeah,” said Johnny. “But news gets around. Three times is a charm, Irish, and just between you and me, the movie industry, when it hears about it, won’t be having much to do with Brice and Company.” They got out, from force of habit, before the largest hostelry, the Olympic Hotel, and Johnny dug up change for the cabbie. The Jinx began to be uneasy, scanning the crowds restlessly, and very anxious to be out of public view. She had a premonition that something was going to happen, and when they entered the lobby and a bluff, derby-hatted individual stopped and gaped at her, she straightened up like a soldier about to face the firing squad. “Hey!”
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