"#Love is news when two youthful hearts awaken #" "#Love is news when they kiss and can't refuse #" "#It's the story old told #" "#By sweethearts who fall in love #" "# When love is news #" "# Who fall in love #" "# When love is news ##" "Good morning." "Daily Express." "Mr. Logan?" "Here you are." " Good morning, Mr. Leyton." " Good morning, babe." " What's the big idea?" " Hey, guys." "Get a load of this." " Red apples for the teacher?" " Is it Mother's Day?" "If it ain't our little" "What's the idea?" "Quiet, please, quiet." "My friends." "We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of our dearly beloved Daily Express... shocked to an untimely death by the appointment as its city editor... of that heartless, soulless journalistic Simon Legree, Martin J. Canavan." " I'll take a hiss on that." " Make it snappy, Steve." "He'll be here any minute." "So I give you our new city editor, Martin J. Canavan... that sinister spawn of Satan... that perfumed pig, that rose-watered rat" "Stop me if you've heard this before." "Martin J. " " He's here." " Cut it out." "Cut it out." "Good morning, Mr. Canavan." "One minute, everybody." "Hold it, please." "Good morning, Mr. Canavan." "My very dear friends, I am deeply touched by this tribute of affection and esteem." "Such popularity must be deserved." "I've been summoned to instill new life into this anemic, debilitated rag of a newspaper." "I'm looking forward joyously to the full cooperation of every member of this staff." "I mean to have it, or else." "The Express is not to be scooped again." "We're to print all the news and print it first." "Whoever's not on his toes will be out on his ear." "That's all." "Thanks." " Boy." " Yes, sir?" "Deliver these flowers to Miss Daisy Delroy, Central Park Hotel, Room 424." "Room 426." "She moved last night." "Room 426." "The customer's always right." " You looking for something?" " Yeah." "Your resignation." " There isn't any." " Meaning you're going to stick?" "No." "Meaning that I want you to fire me again." "I love to hear that cute little speech you always make." "Steve, what do you say we bury the hatchet?" "I got a tough job on my hands, and I need your help." "After all, I gave you your first job." "I watched you develop into the best newspaper reporter in New York... and, believe me, Stevie, I'm proud of you." "We've had our little differences, but what about it?" "We've had a lot of great times together too, haven't we?" "Remember the night I dressed you up as a chambermaid... and you stole the papers out of Colonel Randolph's apartment?" "And the old potbelly walked in on me..." "And tried to date me up!" "And remember the night you sent me out to trail old Pinkham?" "And I found him in a taxi with a blonde?" "And she turned out to be your wife?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah." "My third wife." "What was her name?" "Mrs. Canavan!" "How 'bout the night we got boiled and rode horseback down Broadway?" "And you tried to ride into the Astor Hotel... and the horse got stuck in the revolving door?" " And remember the night" " Oh, stop, stop, stop!" "Oh!" "Oh!" " Stevie." "Stevie, what do you say, huh?" " To what?" "To sticking with me." "I'll tell you what I'll do." "Just a minute." " Yes?" " Hello." "Canavan speaking." "Listen." "Draw up a year's contract for Steve Leyton with a $25 increase." " Twenty-five dollars." " Yeah." "That's right." "Make it snappy." " He's waiting to sign it." " Yes, sir." "Well, Stevie, is there anything else I can do for you?" "Remember the last time you tore up my contract and gave me a new one?" " Yeah, yeah." " Remember what I told you to do with it?" "Yeah!" "Well, if you're not too tired, do it again." " Run it through with a two-column head." " Okay." "Mrs. Canavan calling." "But I've already told her you were in." "All right." "Put her on." " Is that you, baby?" " Yes, Mabel." " I've got something awfully funny to tell you." " Yes." " Do you know Mr. Porter?" "They live next door." " Yes." "Yes, Mabel." "Yeah?" "Who?" "Ed Saunders?" "Cleveland?" "Okay." "Yes, Mabel." "Hello, Ed?" " Got a hot tip to start you on your new job." " Thanks." "Let's have it." "Tony Gateson just left Cleveland?" "Yeah, in a chartered plane for Newark." "No, the count ain't with her." "Great!" "You're a sweetheart!" "I'll get you 25 bucks for this!" "Okay!" "Yes, Mabel." "I led my class in journalism, was elected Phi Beta Kappa and graduated maximum cum laude." "If you will give me the opportunity, sir" "I'm sorry, my boy." "I'd like to put you on, but there isn't an opening at present." " Thank you, sir." "Good day." " Wait a minute!" "Are you a Harvard man?" " Yes, sir." " You're hired!" "Listen very carefully." "Go down to Mike Allegretti's around the corner." "You'll find a reporter named Steve Leyton." "Tell him Mr. Canavan sent you for his police card... and that you're gonna interview Antoinette Gateson, who arrives at Newark Airport at 3:00." " Tony Gateson?" "Why, this kid could never" " Leave it to me, chief." "This is very confidential." "Tell it to Leyton and nobody else." " Yes, sir." " I'm giving you the chance of a lifetime." "I shall arrive behind my shield..." "or on it!" "What's the idea of sending a cub on a tough assignment like that?" " You must be mad." " No, just psychic." "What do you think is likely to happen when the kid asks Steve for his police card?" " He'll punch him on the nose." " Right, Mr. Findlay." "What do you think Steve'll do when he learns there's a Tony Gateson scoop in the offing?" " He'll break his neck to get to the Newark Airport himself." " Right again, Mr. Findlay." " Yes, Mabel." " Too bad about the kid's nose." "C'est la guerre." "Come on, come on, come on, Stevie boy." "Give us a little action." " Get hot, boy." "Get hot." " That's five in a row." " Get to work, Steve." " Come on, mastermind." "You're delaying the game." "Now, wait a minute." "Gotta give the old professor a chance to concentrate." "Wait a minute." "Ah" " No." " Uh, uh, uh" " Mm-hmm!" "Now there we are." "Here you are, boys." "Now, wait a minute." "Will you stop kibitzing?" "Mind your business." " How do you like that?" " Right out of your way there." "Right out of your way." "How do you like those apples?" "Boys, you'll have to pardon me." "Just a minute." "I gotta make a little room here." "Look at this, son." "You'll pardon my wet gloves, I hope." "Relax." " Where do you stow it all?" " Got my big shoes on." "Come on." "Let's see some action around here." "Come on, Steve." "Make a move, will you?" "The beer's getting flat." "Pardon me, sir, but who is Mr. Stephen Leyton?" "Take it easy." "Got to give a guy a little time to figure these things out." "Time?" "You've had enough time to grow a full beard." "Go ahead." "May I suggest... not that one... this one?" "Say." "Oh." "Thank you, paisie." "Pull up the floor and sit down." "Here you are, son." "You deserve it." "Say, oyster eyes, why don't you live your own life?" "Kibitzing in a checker game." "Never take one of those without a chaser." "How do you like that guy horning in?" "Well, I was on the varsity checker team at college." "What college, Vassar?" "Whoo!" "Whoo!" " Oh." "Walked right into it that time, Johnson." " You're the champ." "That's the end." "Well, I surrender, dear." "Well, we can set 'em up again." "Mike, seven more beers." "You must excuse me, gentlemen." "I must be going." " Stick around a while." "What's your hurry?" " I got to get to Newark Airport." "Somebody launching a debutante?" "No, somebody that's coming in." "Tony Gateson, 3:00." "Say, boys, listen." "I've got a very sick grandmother." "Expected at the Newark Airport." "Uh, can I trouble you for that phone, pal?" "Hello, uh, sister, can I- can I buy you a little drink?" "Did I" " Did I say somethin' wrong?" "Boy, you said a front page full." "Come on." "Give me a ten-spot, will you, Mike?" "I gotta take a cab to Newark." "Oh, no, you don't." "I'm goin' to Newark Airport." "Mr. Canavan said so." "He told me to get your police card and tell you..." "I was going to interview Tony Gateson." " Canavan said that?" " Absolutely." "Cross my word of honor." "Keep it, Mike." "I won't need it." " Oh." "Canavan sent you here to spy on me, huh?" " Yes, sir." "Well, scram!" "And you tell Mr. Canavan his trick didn't work." "Every paper in town has the story except the Express!" "Oh, Stevie." "Read about it in the Chronicle." "# Oh, he flipped through the air with the greatest of ease #" " # The daring young man on-##" " I've got a good mind to break your" "I'll admit I've pulled some fast ones, but I never stooped as low as that." "The kid's finished and so are you." "I'll fix it so you'll never get another job in this town." " You wouldn't try to scare me, would you?" " Give me a whiskey, Mike!" "Hello." "Canavan speaking." "Give me Findlay." "Findlay speaking." "Hello, Mr. Findlay." "We've been double-crossed on the Gateson scoop." "The dirtiest, slimiest deal I've ever been handed." "Yes, Mr. Findlay, by Steve Leyton." "Absolutely, Mr. Findlay." "It's up to us to see that every editor in town hears about it." "A rat like that should never be allowed inside a newspaper office again." "What did he do?" "He got the new kid so drunk he couldn't cover the story." "And then kidded him into blabbing the tip to every rag in town." "Give me that!" "Hello, Mr. Findlay?" "It's a lie!" "You'll get your story, and it'll be exclusive." "And as for you" "I'll need this for cab fare." " Oh, no, you don't." " Let him go, you chump!" "He's a pal of mine." " Hello, chief." " He fell for it like a ton of bricks, didn't he?" "Yeah, yeah, he fell- like a ton of bricks." " Ooh." " It was just another air pocket." "Fortunately, there wasn't a hole in it." " Tony, where are we?" " About 15 minutes from Newark." "And, thank heaven, 3,000 miles from His Highness..." "André Pierre Gaston de Louis Guyon." "The blue-blooded moron." "Nevertheless, André's a very charming gentleman, and if he were my fiancé" "Ex-fiancé." "All right." "Ex-fiancé." "Lfhe were my ex-fiancé" "Oh, Lois, darling, you are sweet, but you are a little naive." "Wait until you come into Aunt Phoebe's millions." "Wait till every man you meet looks into your eyes and sees only a bank account." "Wait till nosy reporters start making a sideshow out of your private life." "Oh, what do you care what those stupid papers print?" "Oh, I suppose I should laugh stuff like this off." "Look at that." ""Tony Gateson buys herself a count." ""Tin Can Countess says American men are boors." "Exclusive interview by Steve Leyton. "" " You never said that." " Never said it?" "I've never even seen the lying snoop." "He got that interview from a maid I fired." "I can't understand why they call them "gentlemen of the press. "" "If you let us in, I'll get you two tickets to the prizefight." "Sorry, boys." "Sorry." "Oh!" "Listen, Saint Peter." "Will you open up these golden gates?" " It's vital to me." " Sorry, but orders is orders." " Sorry, but orders" " Silence!" "Special detail for Miss Gateson." " Hello, Stevie, pal!" " What are these, autograph hounds?" " Reporters, sir." " Scum." " Have a nice trip?" " Yes, sir." "No trouble at all." " Good." "You boys wait right here." "I'll be back." " Yes, sir." " Oh, Miss Gateson." " Yes?" " I hate to tell you, but there's a mob of reporters outside." " You see, Lois?" "However, I have a police escort to see you to your car." "Oh, that's awfully nice of you." "Thank you so much." "If I may suggest, Miss Gateson, if we send your friend out with the police... the reporters will think it's you, and you can get away by yourself." " That's a great idea." "Will you do it?" " Surely." "Put your collar up, hon." "I'll see you at Unx's." "Good luck." "Okay, boys." "See Miss Gateson to her car." "And, uh, if those newshounds get rough, we'll pay for all broken noses." " Okay." " Leave it to us." "Nice trick, if it works." "You leave it to my men." "We've put it over on those smart-aleck reporters before." "Pests, all of them." "They always bother passengers, especially when they're celebrities like yourself." "Now, don't tell me you want my autograph." "No, but I would like a cigarette." "Oh, certainly." "Here you are." "Thank you." "No, I don't think I will smoke this." "I think I'll save it for my grandchildren... as a souvenir of the beautiful Countess de Guyon." "If that's what you're saving it for, here, have a light." " Look!" "Here she comes!" " Oh, Miss Gateson!" "How about a statement?" "Come on!" "Come on!" "I'm telling you, lamebrain, they're kidnapping that dame, and she don't know it." "Are you two dumb clucks gonna stand there... and let 'em snatch the richest dame in the world right out from under your nose?" "Bear down." "Do something." "Do something!" "Get to going!" "Wait a minute!" "What's going on here?" "Who sent for you guys?" " Mr. Leyton from the airport." " There's no Mr. Leyton connected with this airport." "Steve Leyton?" "Why, that lug's only a reporter on the Express." " Steve Leyton?" " Say, this ain't Tony Gateson." " Oh, let me through!" "Let me through!" " Hey, lady!" "Hey, lady!" "All I want is a few days so I can get as much distance between me and the count as possible." "Then they can write anything they like." "You know what they'll say- You've gone to hunt another count." "That'll be just as true as everything else they've printed about me." "No." "The next man who puts a ring on this finger will have a good old American title... like plumber, bricklayer, motorman." " Anything but reporter." " Oh, Tony!" " Lois, what's the matter?" " Do you know who this man is?" " Why, he's" " He's that Steve Leyton, a reporter." "Judging by the smirk on his face, he's tricked you into telling him plenty." "Young lady, I must commend you on your excellent judgment of smirks." "It's getting a bit chilly in here." "Good-bye, Miss Gateson." "Thank you very much for the cigarette and a pleasant chat." "Which you will now distort into a pack of lies." "Gotta give our readers what they want." "I wonder how you'd like being mobbed by a bunch of Peeping Toms." " How would you like being a public freak?" " Me?" "Listen." "If I had your money, they could put a press box at the keyhole of my bedroom door." " So it's a no-go." "You won't kill the story?" " Nope." "Sorry." "Uh, Mr. Leyton, you're very ingenious about getting in and out of places." "Maybe you can suggest how I can get out without being annoyed by those other reporters." "Oh, sure." "Wait a minute now." "I've got it." "Taxi the plane to the edge of the field, jump over the fence, have your car pick you up there." "That's wonderful." "Why didn't I think of that?" "You wouldn't like me to give you a lift back into town, would you?" "Well, thanks." "You're being a pretty good sport about this thing." "That's all right." "Go ahead in my car, and I'll meet you at the greenhouse." "All right." "Officer, the D.A.'s a great pal of mine, and I can get you the softest job you ever had." "Stevie!" "Oh, Steve!" "Well, how do you like that?" "Say, Stevie." "Listen." "Let us in on the story, will you?" "So long, boys." "Read the Express." "Always first with all the news." " Why, you big lug!" " Wait a minute!" " Did you guys see what I saw?" " I certainly did." "Hey, boys, there she is." "Say, Miss Gateson." "What about a statement for the press?" "Just a minute, boys." "Did you want to see me?" " What about a statement for the press?" " Why, certainly." " Are you ready?" " Yeah." "Shoot, shoot." "Miss Antoinette Gateson- Tony to you boys- takes pleasure in announcing her engagement to Mr. Stephen Leyton of the New York Express." " What?" " Who?" "And as a little engagement gift, I'm going to settle one million dollars on Steviekins." "A million dollars?" "Boys, here I swoon." "Yoo-hoo!" "Well, it worked." "Ah, that was a wonderful idea of yours." "Oh, you don't know what a kick I'm getting out of this, Miss Gateson." " Really, Mr. Leyton?" " We'd better hurry though." "To Uncle Cyrus's house, Carly." "Am I happy, lady?" "Of course I am." "And you should be too." " Why, no other rag in town has this story except me." " No?" "You know, you've been swell about this... and I'm just gonna soften it for you as much as I can." "But of course, you know, gotta have a story." " Ah, you're wonderful, Mr. Leyton." " Giddap." "Giddap!" "You are now standing on the brink of Grand Canyon, and down there, 4,000" " Hi, Unx!" " Yoo-hoo!" "Uncle Cyrus." "Nice layout you got here." "Simple little place, but it's home to us." " Hello, darling!" " Oh, hello." " You sweet little thing, you!" " Now, don't do that!" " What's that, your count?" " Mr. Leyton, my uncle, Mr. Jeffrey." " How do you do, Mr. Jeffrey?" " Who is he?" " Mr. Leyton is a reporter." " You and the cat drag in the darndest things." "Fine animal you got here, Mr. Jeffrey." "Play polo?" " No." "Do you?" " No." "Checkers is my game." "That reminds me." "I've got to call my city editor." "Here's the phone." "Come on, Unx." "Big business." "You wouldn't understand that." "Eh?" "What?" "What?" " Well?" " He's not at Mike's." " We go to press in 10 minutes." " That's plenty of time." "Hello." "Who?" "Put him on!" "H" " Hello!" "Where are you?" "Where?" "He's right in her own home." "Yeah?" "Yeah?" "Exclusives?" "Stevie boy, I could kiss you!" "Skip the romance." "Give me a rewrite man." " Are you sure you know what you're doing?" " Relax, Unx." "Relax." "Hello, Turner?" "Take this down exactly as I give it to you." "Quote: "In an exclusive interview with the Express today..." ""Miss Tony Gateson, the Tin Can Countess... announced that she and the Count de Guyon have pfft. "" "P" " F-F-T." "Pfft." " The scandalmonger!" "I'Il" " Shh, shh!" "Don't disturb him, darling." "He's dictating his own obituary." ""In her luxurious Fifth Avenue mansion..." ""the disillusioned heiress, fleeing from her amorous fiancé..." ""was welcomed by her uncle, Cyrus Jeffrey, the well-known financier... and, uh, horseman. "" " End quote." "Got that?" " Thanks, Steve." "What a story!" "There you are, chief." "Not a bad start for the first day, eh?" " Best scoop we've had in months." " That reminds me." " Give Steve Leyton a $50 bonus." " $50." "That's right." "I always knew he'd be a top man some day." "Chronicle, Courier and Dispatch." "Wait till they get a load of our front page." " Uh" " What's the ma" " Stop the presses!" "Stop 'em!" "Kill the Gateson story!" " Stop the presses!" "Kill the Gateson story!" "Yes, the Gateson story!" "Hold it." "Hold it!" "Come on." "Shake it up." "Get me that double-crossing dog on the phone." "Get him!" "You know, I get the same kick out of a scoop like this... as you did out of stealing the P.R.  W. Railroad." " I got that fair and square." " Yeah?" "You bought that railroad through a dummy corporation... and sold it back to your own Mid-Southern at a $10-million profit." "Perfectly legal." "I outguessed the other crowd." "Sure." "And I outguessed your niece." "Excuse me." "In this newspaper racket, you gotta know your way around or you're just out of luck." " Just a minute." "It's for Mr. Leyton." " Shh!" "Give me that phone." "It's what I've been waiting for." " Hello?" " Hold the wire a second, please." " It's" " Hello." "Oh, Mr. Canavan!" "Miss Gateson speaking." "Oh, Steviekins has told me so much about you." "Oh." "Why, yes, of course it's true." "Hasn't Stevie told you?" "Well, that's strange." "He's told everybody else in town." "May I speak to Steviekins, please?" "Hello?" " Is that you, baby?" " Yes, Mabel!" "Just a minute." "Oh, Steviekins!" "Mr. Canavan on the phone." "Oh, darling!" "I couldn't tell him to do that!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Canavan." "Steviekins doesn't seem to want to talk to you." "Good-bye." "Hello!" "Hel" " Hello!" "Hel" " Take Steve Leyton off the payroll." " How about the bonus?" "What bonus?" "No, cancel it!" "And after all I've done for that guy." "Yes, Mabel." "Every time I take over a railroad, I make money for the stockholders." " Afternoon papers, sir." " Here." "Let me look at that financial page." "Let me show you what I did to the P.R.  W." "Give me that!" "Well, what is it?" "What's the matter?" "A murder?" " Not yet, but there may be." " What's new?" " You're not going to marry my niece." " Not while I'm sane." "Tony, this isn't true, is it?" "Just as true as other things that gentleman of the press has been writing about me." "Hello." " Relax." " Hello." "This is Steve Leyton." "Let me speak to Canavan, quick." "Congratulations, your grandmother!" "Engaged to you?" "Any paper that says I'm gonna marry you is guilty of criminal libel!" "Oh, Stevie!" "Hello!" "Who?" "Oh, Mr. Leyton... of the Fifth Avenue Leytons." "You mean Mr. Antoinette Gateson, don't you?" "Listen, Marty." "It isn't true, I tell you, on my word of honor." "Your word of honor?" "Why, you crook, I wouldn't believe your dying confession." "And if I ever see that pretty puss of yours in this office again..." "I'll put my foot through it!" "Yes, Mabel." "Hello!" "A bit skeptical, your editor, isn't he?" "Get on that phone and tell him the truth!" "Darling, don't be so masterful." "After all, we're only engaged." " Are you gonna retract that story?" " I'm gonna build it up." "I'm gonna keep you on the front page, show you what it feels like to be a public freak!" "I'll have something to say about that." "You think they'll take your word against Tony Gateson's." "My dear, you ought to be pleased and flattered to be marrying a young multimillionaire." " Well, I'm not!" " Nevertheless, we're still engaged." " Not for long." " Just as long as it makes news." "When the scandalmongers get tired of reading about that, I'll give them another story." ""Heiress Airs Reporter. " I've put you in the headlines, and I'm gonna keep you there." "Reporter knocks off rich dame!" "Extra, extra!" "Read all about it!" " Read all about the engagement!" " You hear that, darling?" "They're announcing our engagement." "Yes?" "Watch me announce the engagement's off." "You can't tie a Tin Can Heiress to my tail!" "Extra, extra!" "Paper, mister?" "Paper?" "Extra!" "All about the big engagement!" "Read all about it!" "Reporter knocks off rich dame!" "Extra, extra!" "Paper, mister?" "Extra!" "All about the big engagement!" " Ex" " Oh, hello, Steve." " Hello, Red." " Gee, congratulations." " Shh, shh." " Paper, please." " That's Steve Leyton, lady." "That's him." " Mr. Leyton, would you mind giving me your autograph?" " Please, madam, no." " If you don't mind." "See, I'll get a pencil." " No, not right now, please." " I'll get a pencil." " Oh, that's Steve Leyton!" " No, ma'am." " Mr. Leyton, here." "Now, madam, please!" "Wait a minute!" "The nerve!" "Oh, Mr. Leyton!" "Congratulations." "Ah, 'tis a lucky lad you are!" "And she's a lucky woman too, for all the money she's got." "I always said I needn't worry about rent money with a fine, upstanding lad like yourself." " I hope you won't mind waiting a little longer." " Not at all, Mr. Leyton." "This million dollars you're gettin'" "Sure, it must take you a long time to count it." "I've been fixing up your room with my best curtains and some real linen towels." " Thanks, thanks." " Glad to do it out of the kindness of me heart." "Slicko, gentlemen, gives the hair the smooth gloss and charm... that makes you irresistible to the ladies- as irresistible as Romeo was toJuliet, as Anthony was to Cleopatra... as Steve Leyton, the humble reporter, is to Tony Gateson... the hundred-million-dollar heiress... whose affairs of the heart always make front-page news." "And now, dedicating the next number to this romantic pair... the orchestra will play "Thanks a Million. "" " Who's there?" " It's me, Mr. Leyton." "'Tis sorry I am to be wakin'you... but I've been trying to get these buckoes out ofhere, but for the life of me, I can't." " Mr. Leyton, Philips is the name." " I'm selling insurance!" "Aw, quit your shoving'!" "It's a fine thing to be pushing a woman around her own home as if it was a subway." "Gentlemen!" "I don't need any" "Every man needs insurance." "Gentlemen!" "Gentlemen!" "Give the man a chance!" "$200,000" "Mr. Leyton!" "Would you be interested" "Mr. Leyton!" "Well, you can say we'll be married sometime next month." "Yes." "Our honeymoon?" "I don't know." "Paris probably." "The Riviera." "Oh, yes." "Yes, we'll be gone about six months." "Certainly." "Why, I'm always delighted to talk with the press." "Good-bye." "You can get my robe, Marie." " So you're going to keep up this silly business?" " Certainly." "They want news, and I'm giving it to them." "The most sensible news you could give them would be that you're making up with the count." "Oh, don't be silly." "You're old-fashioned, Lois." "Marrying titles isn't being done anymore." "Get that, will you, Marie?" "I'll do this." "You know, darling, if you really want publicity- that is, nice, delicate, refined publicity- the smart thing to do is to marry a prizefighter or an orchestra leader." " Mr. Leyton." " Or a reporter?" "Don't be foolish." "Hello, Steviekins." "Now, be reasonable, Miss Gateson." "Don't you think you've carried this thing far enough?" "How about calling it off?" "Oh, so soon?" "We've only been engaged since yesterday." "All right." "I admit I got what I deserved." "You've had your fun." "Come on." "Be a good fellow, will you?" "Well, I'll tell you what I'll do." "How would you like to take me to lunch, and we'll talk the whole thing over?" "Yes." "A nice, quiet corner at Club 42." "How's that suit you?" "Club 42?" "All right. 1:00?" "Okay." "It's a date." "Mr. Leyton!" "Sure, that's the way it is when you have money." " Mrs. Flaherty, could you let me have two dollars?" " Aw, go away with you." "Two dollars, and you with a million of them." "One dollar then for cab fare." "What will you be wanting with a cab with all them fine automobiles waiting for you?" "Sure, that's one of the perquisites of a millionaire." "You got an automobile outside you want to demonstrate to me?" " At your service, Mr. Leyton." " You're just the man I want to see." "Come on." "Feel as though it were your very" "Feel as though it were your very own, Mr. Leyton." " Take good care of him, Penrod." "Get away, boys." " Yes, sir." "This old guy worked in the sawmill all his life." "So he goes up to the bartender and he says, "Give me four straight whiskeys. "" " Get a load of this!" " Uh-oh." "Well, will you look at that?" " Well, if it ain't Mrs. Astor's horse." " Or vice-versa." " Say, Mike." "Has Canavan been around?" " Not yet, Stevie." "What do you want Canavan for, best man?" "Wait a minute, guys." "Quit clowning." "If you want a real story, I'll give it to you." " Oh!" " Set 'em up, Mike." "The drinks are on Steve." "Big-hearted Stevie, always giving away stories." "I'm not engaged to that dame any more than you are." " Mm-hmm." " Come on." "What are you trying to hand us?" "Where'd you get that car, out of a punchboard?" "Oh, uh, Steve?" "Here's hoping all your kids will be city editors." "Oh, uh, Steviekins." "LfTonykins has a sister, remember, I can be had." " Mike?" "Ever had a woman make a fool out of you?" " Sure." " What happened?" " Four boys and one girl." "Hey, that will be 2.55." "Why, sure." "Charge it." "And say, by the way, Mike, when was the last time you saw Canavan?" "4:00 this morning." "He was very depressed." "Depressed, eh?" "Spelt D-R-U-N-K!" "I know where he is!" "Yes, Mabel." "Yes." "Yes." " Hello, Marty." " Oh, go away." "You gotta listen to me." "We gotta get this thing straightened out." "You picked a fine time to raise my blood pressure." " Yes, Mabel." " You're gettin' dressed and coming with me." "What?" "Why, I can't." "I'm taking you to get the lowdown on this whole mess from the Gateson dame herself." " You gotta go with me!" " Ooh." "You're coming with me, or- or I'll tell Mabel who you sent those flowers to!" " Shh!" "Not so loud!" " And I'll tell her" "Not so loud." "I'll go." "Yes, Mabel." "Yes, dear." "For a guy with a hangover, you're certainly stowing away plenty." "A very excellent bit of filet mignon, my good man." "A pity Miss Gateson isn't here to enjoy it." "Yes, well, I'll accept your apology." "Here she is now." " Oh, I'm so sorry I'm late." " Miss Gateson, Mr. Canavan." " Oh, Mr. Canavan." "How do you do?" " Charmed, I'm sure." " Sorry to have started without you, but" " That's all right." " As a matter of fact, I can't stay anyway." " If you'll tell Mr. Canavan" "Some other time, Steviekins." "I've got to rush away." "You won't be angry, darling?" " There." " That's the old personality stuff, Stevie." " You can autograph one for us." " Steve, what about the sister?" "Oh, you enterprising newspaper men, always thinking of your art." " Good-bye, darling." " Photographers from every paper but my own!" "So this is your way of getting even with me, you rat!" "Waiter." "Waiter!" "The check." " Yes, sir." " Follow that car." " But ain't you gonna still decide on this one?" " Come on!" "That car!" "Hurry up." "Yes, sir." "She don't start to runnin' until it gets to a hundred." "Yes, and- and talking about- got these brakes on here... you ain't never seen no brakes like" "Have you ever seen any brakes that can get there... and do like this?" " Let me see your driver's license." " I haven't got it with me." " What'd you stop me for?" " Eight-five miles an hour on the county highway." "Sixty miles an hour through the village of Meadowville." "Failure to stop for a red light." "Passing four cars on the wrong side." "Going the wrong way on a one-way street." "Reckless driving and failure to stop for an officer of the law." " That's all so far." " All right." "But hurry up and give me my ticket." "This is one time you don't get a ticket, lady." "You can't get away with that stuff in Meadowville County." "You're under arrest." " That's ridiculous." "Do you know who I am?" " I don't care who you are." "You can tell it to the judge." "See how she runs, mister?" " She can go" " You got any small change?" "Change, mister?" "On account of you ain't got nothin' but them big bills?" "Yes, sir." "Sure is lucky people." "I wish one of my gals had a hundred zillion bucks." "I'd pitch a ball." "You're going to regret this, Officer." "When I've finished with you, you'll be riding a tricycle." "Hello, Marty?" "Steve." "Listen." "They're taking the Gateson gal to the can in Meadowville." "I tell you, they're taking her to jail right now." "It's a scoop, you big lug." "Yeah." "Mm-hmm." "Yeah." "Of course I believe you." "Sure it's a great story." "And now, Steviekins, tell Daddy the story of the three little bears... and drop dead!" "U.P. Flash!" "Tony Gateson's been arrested!" "What?" "Give me the Meadowville jail." "I fine you $200." "I'll learn you that there's no gambling in Meadowville County." " What about my machines?" " They stay put." "Contraptions of the devil." "Get!" "Too bad, Judge." "I was not!" "You gotta study the ways of crime in order to combat 'em." " You have a Miss Gateson under arrest for speeding." " What about her?" "You combatted it too hard that time." "I seen it..." "when it was too late." "You're working too hard, Judge." "Gotta take it easy." "Easy does it." "Now easy." "Ah, that got it!" "You're a cinch now, Judge." "Yeah?" "This is Judge Hart talking." "Who?" "Leyton?" " No, nobody" " Hey, hey, hey." "For me, Judge." " Hello?" " Hello." "Hello, Steve?" "Oh." "Mr. Canavan." "I suppose you wanna hear the story of the three little bears." " Well, once upon a time" " Just a minute, Steve." "I want you to hear something first." "Are you listening?" " Yes?" " Put Leyton back on the payroll and give him a $100 bonus." " Yes, sir." " How do you like that, Stevie?" "Well, I'm just thrilled." "No end." "Pals, aren't we, Stevie, old boy?" " Now, look, about that Gateson girl" " Yes, yes, she's here." "No." "No, she hasn't been sentenced yet." "You won't let me down, Stevie." "Please." "I'm depending on you." "All right, I'll handle it." "I'll call you back soon as I've had a talk with Judge Hart." "Won't do you no good to talk to me." "Do you realize that Miss Gateson is America's richest heiress?" "I don't care who she is." "I'm gonna fine her $25." " The niece of Cyrus Jeffrey, the railroad king?" " Fifty dollars!" "The more you talk, the worse it'll be for her." "But, Your Honor, her ancestors came over on the Mayflower!" "One hundred dollars." "I'll take this to the supreme court!" "Oh, you will, eh?" "Joe!" "Bring in the prisoner." "You big-city shysters are not gonna tell me how to run my court." "You asked for it, and I'm gonna give it to ya." "Hello." "Young lady, I find you guilty of speeding and sentence you to 30 days in jail." "Oh, but, Judge, that's ridic" " Thirty days." " Yes, sir." "Come on." " Your own idea?" " No, it ne" "Get in there!" "Why, Judge, no bath?" "Time enough to worry about that come Saturday night." " Lovely view, isn't it?" " Oh, hello." "She was only a Tin Can Countess." " Now she's queen of the Meadowville can." " Say, pal." " You got a can opener?" " Shh!" "Here." "Start sawing, sister." ""Tanks," buddy." "Hey, listen." "I left me vanity case in the car." "Would youse grab it and slip it to me?" "Your vanity case?" "Certainly, Toots." " Don't go away." "I'll be right back." " Oh, no, I won't go away." "Judge!" "Judge, help!" "Help!" "Judge!" "Judge!" "Come here!" "Help!" " Help, Judge!" " What are you makin' all this noise for?" "That man who was just in here, he's robbing my car!" " He's your lawyer, ain't he?" " My lawyer." "He's a thief!" "Hurry!" "Hurry and catch him!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" " What are you doing there?" " I'm just looking for Miss Gateson's vanity case." " Come inside and prove it." " Judge, she sent me for it." " We'll find out." " You don't understand!" "I understand!" " I tell you, she sent me for it herself." " Come on." "We'll find out." "But, Your Honor, I tell you that" "Don't "Your Honor" me!" "I'm the" " Does that always happen?" " No, I" "Come on." "He said you sent him for your vanity case." "Well, that's ridiculous." "I have it right here." " You're under arrest." " Judge, this is a frame-up." " Get in there." " Judge, I tell ya" "You can't do this!" "It's a frame-up!" "Shut up!" "Stealing in my own jail." "Wanna give the place a bad name?" "What you in for, pal? "Moider"?" "I would be if I could get at you!" "Here." "Start sawing'." "You a friend of that fella Leyton's?" "The gentleman- He went with you" " No, sir, I" " Then what are you doing here?" " Here?" "L" " I ain't here!" " Say, Judge, you got the Gateson girl in jail?" " Yeah." "Come on." " All fixed now, Judge." " Fine!" "You don't have to worry about this door." "Come on." " Good afternoon, gentlemen." " Here she is!" " Gentlemen, gentlemen, I'll answer all of your questions" " Get a break in here." "First of all, you can quote me as saying this is the nicest jail I've ever been in." "I'm going to recommend it to all of my friends." "I have everything I want here." "Including the man I love." "# Da-da-dum #" "Judge, mighty dangerous man you got there." "What's he in for?" "Stealing milk bottles?" "Burgling this woman's car." " Another one of her cheap tricks!" " Oh, Steviekins." "Just for that, I've a good notion to tell them the whole truth about you." "Lady, shovel the dirt and we'll haul it away." "Well, when Steviekins heard I was sentenced to 30 days... he couldn't bear the thought of the separation... so he had himself thrown in jail just to be near me." " What a score!" " Wow!" "Let's go!" "Isn't that cute?" "Sheriff, why don't you marry 'em and give 'em the bridal suite?" "Now, wait a minute, fellas!" "You wouldn't print that!" " Scooped again!" " That dirty, double" " Twice in two days!" " Take Steve Leyton off the payroll!" "Yes, sir." " Now, listen" " Listen?" "That's all I do is listen around this joint." "# Oh, if I had the wings #" "# Of an angel ##" "What's the matter, darling?" "Oh, this is too, too divine!" "Ooh!" "Isn't this a quaint little place!" "Well, well, well!" " Oh, there she is!" " Imagine that!" "This way, folks!" "Right this way!" "In this cage you have Tin Can Tony, the two-gun moll... the most dangerous female criminal in captivity." "My dear, how in the world could they put you in such a place?" "Well, hello, darling." "I spent New Year's Eve in a place like this." " Tony, this is outrageous." " Don't excite yourself." "They're not hanging me till tomorrow." "I was terribly upset when I heard about it." "I was going to dinner with the count" " The count?" " Why, yes." "He flew in from the coast this morning." "Antoinette, how is it possible that they'd put you in so terrible a place like this?" "It's not so bad, André." " It reminds me of your château- especially the plumbing." " Plumbing?" "Darling, is that a new wrap?" "Why, this must be one of those public enemies!" "Hiya, tubby." "How's for a little kiss, huh?" "Boo!" "Don't mind him, folks." "He's just my fiancé." " My compliments, monsieur." "You are very lucky." " I'm lucky?" "You're rid of her." "Out of the way." "Out of the way!" " Here she is." "Make it snappy." " Oh, hi, Unx." " You come to arrange my coming-out party?" " I'll have you out in a jiffy." " Be a mighty long jiffy." " Attaboy, Judge." "Don't let him bluff you." "Keep out of this!" "I'll have you impeached!" "Don't let him intimidate you." "That's contempt of court." " I got a good mind to lock you up too." " Gentlemen, please." "If you'll allow me to handle this matter, I'm sure His Honor will listen to reason." " They're trying to bribe you!" " Preposterous." "A man of Mr. Jeffrey's standing?" "I don't care who he is or who she is." "I'm the law here." "Attaboy, Judge!" "Remember, the power of the press is behind you." "The eyes of the whole nation are on you... from the rock-bound coasts of Maine to the sun-kissed slopes of sunny California!" " Hooray!" " Shut up!" "All of ya!" " Telephone the governor!" " Huh!" "A Republican." "We'd better follow the usual procedure." "I'm sure that we can affect Miss Gateson's release in the morning." " She's gotta be here all night?" " I'm afraid so." "I don't mind, Unx, as long as Steviekins is here." " Outside, everybody." "Time's up." " I want to get some sleep." " I'll send out some things to make you comfortable." " Some food, Unx." " That is, if His Honor doesn't object." " I don't care what you send." "As long as you don't go smelling up the place... with none of them French perfumes." "Mmm!" "Come on!" "Get outta here!" "Get!" "Good-bye, Unx!" "Good-bye!" "Good night, Miss Gateson." "I had a delightful time at your party." "Don't rush away." "Why don't you stay and spend the evening?" "As a matter of fact, I think I will." "Hmph." "# Oh, if I had the wings #" "# Of an angel #" "# Oh ##" "Oh." " What's the matter?" "Mice?" " No." "I'm out of cigarettes." "Oh, what a shame." " You don't happen to have one, do you?" " Let's see." " Yeah!" " Yes, mm-hmm." "Just one." "I don't suppose you could possibly spare me a puff, huh?" " Well, no." " Imagine." "But I'll tell you what I will do." "I'II, uh, blow some your way." "Ah, thanks awfully." "That's wonderful." " Here." "You don't deserve it, but I'll give you a puff." " Ah, you're a darling." "Ah-ah-ah." "I'll hold it." "Well, I can't reach it there." " Here." "That better?" " A little closer, please." " There you are." " Oww!" "Ohh!" " Thank you!" " Give me my cigarette!" " No, you don't!" " Give me that cigarette!" " Aah!" " Give me that cigarette!" "Don't you think it's kind of early to be throwing shoes to your bride?" "I'll get even with you for this." "You almost got me!" "Here, here!" "What's the matter?" "What are you making all this noise for?" " She bit me, Judge." " Bit you." "How could" "I don't know how you done it, but don't do it again." " All right, Bevins, you can let it down now." " There you are, miss." "Ah, that's much better." "Oh, Steviekins!" "Stevie!" " Bevins." " Yes, miss?" "Bevins, come here." "Thank you." "Would you ask Mr. Leyton if he would like to join me in a cup of coffee?" "Very well." "I beg your pardon, sir." "Miss Gateson's compliments." " Would you join her in a cup of coffee?" " Tell Miss Gateson for me" "Wait a minute." "Come here." "I couldn't possibly do that, sir." "Mmm!" "Good morning, Judge!" " Would you like a cup of coffee?" " Get this stuff outta here." " What's the matter?" " I just got served with one of them habeas corpuses." " Gotta let you go." " Hooray!" "Good-bye, dear." "Without you, jail is going to be heaven." "Ohh!" "Judge, come here." " How much is his fine?" " Five" " Five dollars." " All right, I'll pay it." "Here." "I'll get out just as soon as I can change." "Bevins, the robe." "Yes, miss." " Come on, get out." " I'm just beginning to enjoy it here." " Your fine's been paid." " Oh, no." "No, no!" "She's not going to pay my fine!" "I stand on my constitutional rights... and I'm staying right here!" "If you do, it's gonna cost you hotel rates- $2.00 a day." " Make him pay in advance, Judge." " You betcha." " All right." "I'll go." " Bevins, see if there's any gas in my car." " Very well." " I'll go." " But you'll hear from my lawyer about this." " See you later!" "Not if I see you first." "Did you forget anything?" "Wait!" "Let me outta here!" "I'm thejudge here!" "Let me out!" "Let me out!" "Let me out ofhere!" "I'm thejudge here!" "Let me out!" " Haven't you got a thumb?" " Yeah." "I'd like to stick it in your eye." "Oh, you would?" "Miss Gateson!" "Miss Gateson!" "# Oh, wings of an angel #" "# Ohh ##" "Come in." "Well, Mr. Leyton, this is a pleasure!" "Joe Brady's the name" " Ooh!" "Doing your own sewing, eh?" "You millionaires have some funny hobbies." " I know one that collects chorus girls." " What else do you know?" "I'm a man of few words, but there's something here that'll interest you." "I know you're rich, but how'd you like to make $1,000 a week?" "All you gotta do is sign on the dotted line." " What's all this about?" " Personal appearances." "A thousand dollars." "Twelve weeks, $12,000." "You open at the State Friday." "Can you hoof?" "Sing?" "Doesn't matter." "Come out and tell the peasants how you knocked over that hundred million dollar baby." " Get out of here." " Wait!" "There's motion pictures and" " Hey, look out!" "Come in." "That's a pretty tie you're wearing." " If I'd known you were coming, I'd have put on my tails." " That isn't necessary." "If you're doing relief work, the slums are two blocks east." "You wouldn't answer my phone call, so I thought I'd better come over." "I let my valet go this evening, so I've gotta do this myself." "What?" "Oh, here." "Let me do that for you." " You?" "You'd probably sew it to my skin." " You think so, huh?" " Yes." " Come on, smarty." "Get your hands away and I'll show you." " Wonderful?" " I can't believe it." "Must be an optical illusion." " You, uh, cook too?" " Beautifully." "Maybe I should take our engagement seriously." "I'm afraid not." "As a matter of fact, I've just come from a very delightful dinner party... for the express purpose of telling you that I'm jilting you." " You're" " Mm-hmm." "Oh, I get it. "Heiress Airs Reporter. " More headlines, huh?" "Okay, it'll be great." "Great publicity for that." " What's that?" " A vaudeville contract." "Poor reporter gets $1,000 a week for telling how he won the hundred million dollar heiress." " You wouldn't do anything as cheap as that." " Oh, wouldn't I?" "Well, you'll see." "Go on, tell the papers that you're gonna jilt me." "I'll welcome all the publicity you can give me now." " Make me as big a public freak as you can." "Go on!" "Jilt me!" " I'll do nothing of the kind!" " Then we're still engaged?" " We certainly are!" "What did you have in mind, Mr. Leyton?" "Something that's done in the very best circles by engaged couples." " Last call, lady." "Are we still engaged?" " Absolutely." "Hot or cold?" "Hot." "I, uh" " I'm afraid this, uh, engagement of ours can't go on." "Yes, I see that it can't." "I think the best thing to do is call this thing off as quickly and quietly as possible." "I'll do anything you suggest." "You will?" "Will you meet me at the Express tomorrow morning, 10:00?" "I want Canavan to get the story first." "He won't believe me, but if you're there" " I'll be there." " Great." " Good night." " Good night." "And say" "Um, thanks for the needlework." "That's all right." "Just a minute, Canavan." "Maybe Leyton's telling the truth." " Why not wait and see?" " It's a waste of time." "I don't want this heel around." " She'll be here." " Tony Gateson coming to a newspaper office." " Of all the idiotic, imbecilic things" " All right, wise guy." "I'll bet you a sock in the jaw she shows up." "Mr. Leyton, your proposition intrigues me." "What's the time limit?" "She said 10:00." "Make it 10:15." "Where will we send your remains, hmm?" " Good morning, Carly." " Good morning." "The Daily Express." "Miss Gateson, just a moment, please." "Miss Lois has gone to the city hall with the count to get married." "Her maid just told me." " Thank you, Bevins." "City Hall, Carly." " Yes'm." "Don't push, mister." "We's in just as big a hurry as you is." "Five minutes to go, Stevie." "Just fill it out." "Now, don't be nervous, my dear." "Well, it's my first elopement, you know." " Is this a private wedding, or can anyone get in?" " What are you doing here?" " You need a witness, don't you?" " You're not angry with me?" "Lois, don't be silly." "Why, I almost did the very same thing myself." "Heavens, I'm so nervous I can hardly hold a pen." "I'll tell you what you do." "You sit down, I'll fill it out, then you can sign it." " Oh, but" " I know all the answers." "Go on." "Shoo!" "Scat." "Go on." " Antoinette!" " Any objections?" " But, uh" " Why, you darned fool." "You know I love you." "This thing has just made me realize it, that's all." "Don't you want me?" "Oh, why, why, yes, of course." "But, uh, uh, you're engaged to that reporter." "You don't think I'd give you up for him, do you?" "He doesn't mean a thing to me." "Come on." "I'll prove it to you." "Darling, we'll be right back." "We're planning a little surprise for you." " Come on." " Uh" "This is a pleasure I've been looking forward to... for a long, long time." "Stick out that lug, Stevie." "Hello, the Express?" "Mr. Steve Leyton, please." "Steve!" "Here she is!" "What?" "What is it?" "Here she is!" "All right, you lugs!" "What do you expect for an encore, a fan dance?" "Scram!" " Hello?" "Hello?" " Hello, Mr. Leyton?" "Miss Gateson speaking." "Here's a little scoop for you." "I'm going to be married." "What?" "The count?" "Oh, now, wait a minute, Tony." "You can't do that." "I mean, think it over." "I thought you were all washed up with him." "Well, uh" " Oh, no." "That was just a little tiff." "Everything's all patched up now." "Yes." "Yes, we're going to be married right away." "Right away?" "Now?" "Well, congratulations." "I hope you'll be very happy." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Thanks for giving me the scoop." "Wait a minute." "Tell it to Canavan, will you?" "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Thanks!" "Thanks very much, Miss Gateson." "I'm sorry, Steve, old boy." "Rip up the front page." "Looks like you were right." "O'Malley, I got the hottest story ever, and I want it batted out a beautiful brown!" "Wait a minute." "Seems to me you collected a bet you didn't really win." "We'd have bet money, you'd have had to pay me back, wouldn't you?" " Yeah, but it wasn't money we bet." " That's right." "Well, are you going to tell her, or shall I?" "Uh, yes, yes." "Yes." "Uh, my little Lois, I don't know how to say this." "I hope you will forgive me, but- but Antoinette and I, we've been so deeply in love that we cannot- that is, I cannot" "André, what are you trying to say?" "That I'm going to marry Antoinette." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "So that's why you followed us here." " How could you be so beastly?" " Oh, but, Lois" " And you-you" " Lois, Lois." "You can go now." "Now what?" "Why, you cheap fortune hunter." "You didn't think I'd really marry you, did you?" "I only did this to show you up for what you are." "Now, go on." "Get out of here." "Get out." "Oh, honey, don't." "Don't." "What's money to me?" "What do I care about society?" "I love you for yourself alone." "Stevie, sweetheart... say it again." "Oh, boy, that's great!" "You'll slaughter 'em!" "Steve, you're a sensation!" "We'll try it again from the last clinch." "And, Tessie, please, be a little more Park Avenue." "You're playing a character." "You're supposed to be a lady." " Who says I ain't?" " Maybe it's only a rumor." "All right, take it again." "And plenty of"oomph. " Maestro." "Can't you see I love you, Steviekins?" "Come in." "Oh." "Miss Gateson." "You're just in time." "Maybe you'll give Miss Larue a few pointers." " Pointers?" " Yes." "She's playing you in my vaudeville act." "Okay, Toots." "Can't you see I love you, Steviekins?" "But you'll be much happier with the count, Miss Gateson." "He's your kind." "I'm only a poor, but honest reporter." "But you don't have to be poor." "The Gateson millions are enough for both of us." "That's contemptible, Steve." "You can't do this." "Oh, I can't, eh?" "Well, how about what you've done to me?" "It's my turn now." "I'm going to make you the laughingstock of the country." "I'm going to take you off the front page and put you in the comics section where you belong!" "Miss Gateson, how about you going for the act yourself?" "I can get you 750 a week." "Maybe you can get the count too!" "And I came up here to tell you" "You're despicable." "Unx, you've got to do something." "He'll disgrace me." "The man's gone mad, I tell you." "No, he isn't." "He's a smart fella." "I like him." "What theater is he gonna play at?" "I think I'll go see him." "You don't understand." "He's only doing it for spite." "He's a newspaper man." "He'll ruin himself!" " Worrying about him now?" " Well, it was my fault." "I started the whole thing." "Unx, you gotta do something." "Just this once." "Please!" "What you've got to do, young lady, is eat crow and plenty of it." "I wish you were a boy so that I could put you across me knee." "I've got a good mind to anyway." "Aww!" " Findlay, meet Mr. Jeffrey." " How do you do?" " How do you do?" " Mr. Jeffrey's just bought a half interest in the Express." "That's good news for everybody." "Remember, this is strictly between ourselves." "Not even my niece must know about it." "This straightens out our financial difficulties, Findlay." "The first thing I'm going to do is give you that six months' vacation I promised, with pay." "Thanks." "I can use both." "But who's gonna take my place?" "Well, um, I have a very good suggestion." " Morning!" " Morning, Mr. Canavan." "Morning, Logan!" "Good morning." "Where did this come from?" "The boss." "Listen, Findlay, I" " Never mind!" "I'm coming right in!" "I'll show you who's running this desk!" "Listen, Findlay, what is this brainstorm" "Leyton's the name." " Yes?" " Canavan speaking." "Take me off the payroll." "That's just what I expected." "I knew you wouldn't be man enough to take it." " You think I'm gonna take orders from a dirty, doub" " Hello?" " Is Mr. Canavan in your office?" " The Count de Guyon would like to speak to you." " Who?" "Put him on." "I'll talk to him." "You can take it right there." "Hello?" "Is this the editor?" "Would you be interested in publishing some very charming love letters?" " Love letters?" " Oui, monsieur." "I cherish these letters highly." "I wouldn't give them up without a substantial consideration." "What makes you think we'd be interested in love letters?" "The whole world would be interested." "They are from Tony Gateson." "Tony Gateson?" "But the" "Who is this talkin'?" "Oh." "Come right on in, Count." " Yes?" " Leyton speaking." "Put Canavan back on the payroll." "Yes, sir." " Mr. Leyton left the house early this morning." " Do you know where he went?" "To the newspaper." "Back to his job." "Oh, 'tis glad he is to be gettin' it." "The Daily Express, Carly." "It is a bargain, monsieur." "Ten beautiful letters, $10,000." "Of course, if the price is too high, perhaps some other newspaper" "Okay, Count, it's a deal." "Get me a check for $10,000 payable to the count." "Hello?" "Who?" "Oh." "Well, send her in." "You will get a great satisfaction from publishing these letters... especially as an ex-fiancé of Antoinette." " We'll skip that if you don't mind." " As you wish." "André." "Stay where you are." "Have a chair, Miss Gateson." " No, this is all right." " The count and I are finishing a business transaction." " Remember those?" " André, give them to me!" " They're no longer mine." " I can still give 'em back, if you want to." " That would be unethical." "I've already sold them to you." " How much?" " $10,000." " I'll give you 25,000." "Well, I have not yet received the money." "You take one cent of her money, and I'll have you arrested for blackmail." "You made a bargain, and you'll stick to it!" "These belong to the paper." " Go ahead and print them in your filthy sheet!" " If they're fit to print!" "Oh!" "At last you found a chance to get even with me." "Both of you!" "All right, go ahead." "I deserve it, getting mixed up with a couple of no-good- no-good so-and-sos like you two!" "Give me the check." "Here you are." "Thank you." "You bought them very cheap." "Oh, you think you should have more, hmm?" " Well, uh" " Shall I give it to him?" "Heads or tails?" "Tails." "Heads!" " I understand you bought some letters of a personal nature." " That's right." " Then I shall have to ask you to hand them over to me." " May I ask why?" "Because I don't believe it'd be good policy to publish them." "I was hired to be the sole judge of what's news." "There'll have to be an exception made." "Since when is the policy of the Express dictated by Park Avenue and Wall Street?" "Stop beating about the bush!" "Tell him!" "Leyton, I didn't intend you should know." "Yesterday Mr. Jeffrey bought a half interest in my paper." "It was at his suggestion that you were made managing editor." "I get it." "So I owe it all to the little woman with the big bankroll." "Uncle, y-you" "Steve, I didn't know anything about this." "Honestly, I didn't." "You'll find Miss Gateson's letters in the office vault." "And I'm through as of right now." "Steve!" "Got a lot of spunk, that fella." "Only man ever dared accuse me of stealing a railroad." " I'll get the letters for you." " And he was right too!" "Wait a minute." "Think it over, Stevie." "Not a chance." "So long, you mug." " Yes?" " Take Steve Leyton off the payroll." "Yes, sir." "I'll send you my check for the $ 10,000." "Where are you going?" "I'm gonna eat crow." "Do you good." "I don't care how many millions that Gateson dame's got!" "If she tries to interfere with this desk, I'm walking out too!" "Where's Steve Leyton?" " Mike's place." " Where's that?" " Around the corner." " Thanks." " Put Steve Leyton back" " On the payroll." "Yeah, that's right." "Well, there's one for the master." "I don't suppose you play this on Park Avenue." "Oh, sure." "With cocktails and champagne." "Well, this is good enough for me." "Uh-uh!" "Not that one!" "Oh, Miss Gateson!" "Gentlemen, wait a minute." "I didn't come here to give an interview." "I came to get one... from Mr. Leyton." "This place is getting a little too ritzy for me." "Steve!" "Steve!" "I represent the Daily Express, and I'd like to ask you a few questions!" "Steve!" "Wait a minute!" "Hey!" "Hey, wait a minute!" "Steve!" "Oh!" "Don't you think Tony Gateson is a human being?" "When are you going to begin treating her like one?" "When are you going to begin acting like one yourself?" "Steve!" "Steve!" "Steve, don't you realize she's sorry?" "Why don't you admit you're sorry?" "When did you first realize you loved her?" "Steve!" "Steve." "When are you gonna forget her money?" "Is it her fault that she's rich?" " Do rich women have to be old maids?" " Give me Canavan, quick." "Do you remember the time when you kissed her?" " Marty, started to roll yet?" " All set to go, Steve." "When are you gonna kiss her again?" " Hold it." " Ohh!" "How'd that sound?" "Never heard anything more beautiful." " Yes, Mabel!" " Well, anyway"