me out a hundred dollars in ten-dollar bills. He let everybody see him handing me that money—and that's the tip-off on him!
I took one ten and coldly told him to keep the rest for writing materials.
Guy Austin Tower rushed up to the switchboard a few days later to excitedly announce that he'd been commissioned to write a play by no less than Sidney Rosenblum himself. Rosenblum had sent for Mr. Tower and told him he saw no good reason why the publicity he'd just enjoyed shouldn't be made use of. He then made Mr. Tower repeat all the circumstances connected with the authorship of "An Illegal Crime." When my boy friend got finished with the sad tale, Rosenblum puffed thoughtfully at his cigar for a minute or two and remarked that in his opinion the story of how Mr. Tower had bought Mr. Westover's drama and then given it back to him would make a corking play itself!
Well, with a plot at last to mix with his fine writing, Mr. Tower tied in enthusiastically and wrote the play.
It opened six months ago—try to get in!
