"I guess we've got somebody's number," said Alicia pointedly, "that's all right, dearie, nobody's going to tip it off. We'll let you get away with it."
But three of the girls made up their minds to tell Binns, convinced absolutely that it was their duty. Minnie was too pretty!
Al Kessler, waiting outside the girls' dressing room, paced up and down impatiently. He was attired in conventional evening dress. But he wore a bright yellow shirt and collar which puzzled Minnie. Al explained that white was not used under the banks of lights in the studio because white caused a noticeable halation on the film.
"Take that dress of yours," Al said, "by way of illustration. It's lucky that it's yellow with age or they'd call you off the set. At that, I'm afraid when they give you the 'once over they're not going to like it very much. It's not what you'd call the classiest looking thing I've ever seen. I thought I told you, honey, to bring your best duds along."
"I guess I didn't understand you," said Minnie, who, though tired of this incessant lying, was trying to carry out Al's advice to her, "Never put all your cards on the table." "I should of brought one of the others, I guess, but you know why I wore this, don't you, Al?"
Al didn't answer. He was thinking that perhaps he had made a mistake in bringing Minnie. She looked all right in the Harlem Dance Hall but among those well-dressed girls at the studio she was embarrassingly out of date; cheap. Angry at his own poor judgment he was willing to put the blame on her so he smiled contemptuously and shrugged his shoulders.
