"No," says Hazel, "but the fellow he's going to fight is here—Grenadier Tompkins!"
"Well, what do you want me to do—get hysterical?" I says. "Where did you pick up all this scandal?"
"On deck," says Hazel, sitting down and reaching for my lipstick. "Where you ought to be, getting the nice salt air instead of sitting in this stuffy two-by-four like a she-hermit. Not only is the middleweight champion in our midst, but we've also got a flock of movie actors aboard. This Grenadier Tompkins is working in a picture they're filming right on the ship. I've met the director—a swell fellow—and Delancey Gregory, the star, and some of the girls, and"
"You've been having lots of fun while I've been under cover, haven't you?" I butt in sarcastically.
"I always do," returns Hazel coolly, penciling her really lovely eyebrows. "The director, Gordon Daft—you've heard of him—thinks I'm just the type and wants me in his next big feature. He's sure I'll photograph wonderfully. He's so intelligent, Gladys! I told him you had some picture experience and he wants us both to appear in the film they're making here on the boat. Isn't that wonderful?"
"No, it isn't!" I says testily. "And if you think I'm going to work as a movie extra on my vacation, you're crazy! If I was you I'd keep away from that director. He's trying to put over a fast one!"
