And I Mean That Sincerely!

And I Mean That Sincerely!"Grummit!" The sound, unlovely at best, gained no beauty by being spat out with surprise and glee into a glass of iced coffee. The spitter, Clayton Horne, wiped his chin and gazed with glittering eyes across the studio commissary table. "Sure I know Grummit. Why do you ask?"Horne's lunch companion, a slightly younger man, new to Hollywood, replied, "Well, I have a chance of a job with him, and I don't know if I should take it or--""Tak...