The Secret of Sigma Seven
““It looks as if one of my theories was right,” he said grimly.
“If somebody’s trying to corner the market on copies of The Secret of Sigma Seven, they’re sure doing a good job,” Frank commented.
“And just when I thought I had Simon Devoreaux talked out of suing us,” Linda said with a groan. “He had even agreed to appear on a panel tonight at seven o’clock with Richard Feinbetter and several other writers. Devoreaux probably won’t speak to me again when he hears what happened to the master negative.”
“You mean he hasn’t heard yet?” Joe asked.
“No,” Linda replied, pushing up her glasses. “He’s not taking any calls in his suite right now, so the studio sent the message to the convention committee. I answered all the calls myself. I’m just going up to deliver the message to Devoreaux now.”
Suddenly her eyes lit up. “Wait a minute!” she cried. “I don’t have to deliver this message to Devoreaux right now.”
“You don’t?” Joe asked.
“No,”
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