for myself and thinking how cruel and unfair the world was. As a result I didnât have any money. Even to eat, let alone to spend on presents.
Then one day I received word from the studio that I had forty dollars coming to me. I hurried over and collected it. The cashier handed me a check for the money. I was so excited I left the studio forgetting to cash it.
When I got off the bus in Hollywood Boulevard to do some shopping I didnât have a dime in my purse. I went into a drugstore and ate dinner, and then I offered to pay with the check. The manager refused to cash it, but he said heâd trust me if Iâd give him my name and address. I did.
Then I went out and tried to cash the check in different places. Nobody would cash it.
I saw a policeman looking at me; so I went up to him.
âPardon me, officer,â I said. âCould you help me please? I want to get a check cashed, and I donât know where.â
He smiled and said, âWell, that is a serious predicament. Come along, Iâll see what I can do. What sort of a check is it?â
âItâs a payroll check,â I said, âfrom the 20th Century Fox studio.â
âAre you employed there?â the policeman asked.
âIâm not employed there any longer,â I said. âBut they are still in business.â
The policeman took me into a store. He spoke to the manager who agreed to cash the check.
âSo youâre an actress,â said the policeman.
âI used to be,â I said, âbut, as I told you, Iâm not working at the moment.â
The manager brought the check back and said, âWould you mind putting your name and address on the back of this?â
I did and noticed the policeman watching me write. I also looked at his face for the first time. He had dark hair and his eyes were close together.
After doing my shopping, I stopped in a doctorâs office. I had a cold, and I had not slept for several nights. The doctor gave me a sleeping pill.
âI donât usually recommend sleeping pills,â he said, âbut youâve been having hysterics too long. A good sleep will not only be good for your cold but cheer you up.â
I went to bed early and took the pill. Iâd been sleeping for a few hours when a noise woke me. Iâd never heard this sort of noise before, but I knew what it was. Somebody was cutting the screen of the bedroom window.
I jumped out of bed and ran out of the house. I went around the side to look. A man was starting to climb into my bedroom window. I imitated a gruff male voice and called indignantly, âHey, what are you doing there?â
The man pulled his head out of the window and looked toward me.
âGet away from here,â I shouted again in a gruff voice, âor Iâll call the police.â
The man started toward me. I turned and ran like sixty.
It was around midnight. I ran down the deserted suburban street. I was barefooted, and I was wearing the new style of half nightgown. It came just a little below the waist.
I arrived at a neighborâs house and yelled. He came down with his wife behind him. She started yelling when she saw me. I explained about the man trying to break into my bedroom and asked the neighbor to go capture him.
The neighbor shook his head.
âThe fellow probably has a gun,â he said. âBurglars usually carry them.â âHeâs not a burglar,â I said. âHe was after me.â
I telephoned the police and covered myself with a quilt. The police took an hour to arrive. I went back to the house with them. They found the cut screen and footprints and everything.
âWell, you scared him off,â the detective said. âYou have nothing to worry about. You can go back to bed.â
âBut what if he returns?â I asked.
âNever happens,â said the detective. âOnce a burglar is scared off the premises heâll never return to that place.
Robert Ear - (ebook by Undead)