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"What is it?" asked Pamela Wood.

Arnold looked helplessly from one to the other. "Curt would have to become Gloria again for a while. And he'd have to develop a proper voice. Eileen can't dub normal conversation."

Pamela looked expectantly at Fennell. "Well, Curtis, what do you say? It's a lot of money. More then you need to protect your invest- ments!"

Curtis Fennell opened the door and backed slowly out. "I'm going home to Joy," he said tightly. His chest was terribly constricted and it was getting harder for him to breathe. He almost ran out the door and away down the hallway.

"Oh," there was disappointment in Pamela's sigh. "I guess we'll be foreclosing on him soon, anyway."

"No," Pamela was surprised at the shrewd look on Jack Arnold's face. "Just keep calling him. Tell him I'm going to set up some feature movie roles just for Gloria Sand, until she's big enough to have Alex Barker do any kind of trick she fancies." He smiled grimly at Pamela. "I don't think we've seen the last of Gloria Sand."

The Amritsar was crowded as usual for lunch but the management was always able to find room for successful actresses like Gloria Sand and her friends. Gloria looked spectacular that day, smiling prettily about her and flirting outrageously with the maitre d' as well as with Alex Barker, her sullen and unsmiling beau these days. Her long, blonde-streaked hair fell naturally over her bare shoulders to her black lace mini-dress. As always, her 'million-dollar' silk-clad legs were gorgeous and eyed by every man in the room to the amusement of her agent and director, who accompanied her. Gloria seemed to share a very private joke with them. One which brought constant smiles to their faces. Today she wore a low-cut mini which showed off her fine breasts and cleavage as well as her slender waist.

"Come on, Alex," she teased in her low, husky voice. "You have to keep your strength up. I hear you have another girl friend now." She stressed the word 'girl' every so slightly.

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