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and that you were

looking for work.

And I may be of some assistance

there. You are a writer?

Yes, I am.

I'm not planning on being

in London for much longer,

but a job

would be very much appreciated.

Yes, well,

I would be only too happy

to meet you at my office,

if you're interested,

and we can discuss any positions

that might be available

at the newspaper.

Here... My card.

Well, thank you very much.

And you will keep us

informed if you receive

any more information

concerning Jack.

We'd be most obliged.

Good day.

Good day.

Uh, did Mr. Keegan have

anything for you, Mrs. Blythe?

Yes, he gave me his card.

Well, he's a good man,

Mrs. Blythe.

Mr. Garrison always

spoke so highly of him.

Maybe he can help you

locate your husband.

They have wire services there

and so many fancy new methods

of communication.

Well, thank you for mentioning

it. I was in need of a job.

How do you know him?

So many journalists have

resided here over the years.

It's a close little circle.

Well, thank you again.

Hello. Mr. Fergus Keegan, please.

Thank you.

Mrs. Blythe, I am so glad

that you called...

please.

I decided to take you up

on your offer.

But, as I mentioned,

I'll only be staying in London

for a little while longer

before I return to the front.

Well, we do have a temporary post

that requires prompt placement.

The researcher

to our society columnist,

Maude Montrose,

has left her position.

Sounds intriguing.

Would it be possible

for me to utilize any...

excuse me.

Wages here are one pound,

six shillings a week.

That should be fine.

As I was saying,

I would like to avail myself

of the information bureau

and the wire service,

if it's not an imposition, sir.

I'd happily pay

out of my own wages.

My secretary will be glad

to introduce you

to any of the journalists

or war correspondents

that come in and out

of our wire service bureau.

And, after all, one good turn

always deserves another.

Fergus!

You completely forgot

to specify typing speed.

The ad is exactly

as you requested, my dear.

Maude Montrose,

meet Mrs. Anne Blythe.

Miss Montrose,

my background

is mostly editorial... Winfield

Publishing house in New York.

I can type 50 words a minute.

Well, we have an agreement.

Please.

You'll be working as her assistant

but, in reality,

you'll be working for me.

Frankly, Mrs. Blythe,

we need someone

to keep an eye on Maudie.

She has a large clientele

of socialites,

many of whom try to express

their own views in her column.

Sometimes her approach

to politics

is a tad, um, misguided.

Warning me ahead of time

of any sensitive matters

that might crop up in her column

would save us all

a great deal of trouble.

Well, we have an agreement.

Oh, please.

I was raised in Manhattan.

You're not going to burden me

with some perfidious,

little New York editor.

Now, now.

Don't worry, Mrs. Blythe.

She won't bite.

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.

Well, the job is

a temporary one, Anne Blythe,

until I can move faster on my feet.

Now let me be Frank, darling.

My column is the most widely read

in this boring paper.

I'll do my best.

Any writing to do,

I'm happy to oblige.

My one mundane chore here...

Is a sleepy, little column called

"helpful hints for house and home,"

buried in the classifieds.

See what ideas

you can dredge up for next week.

Your desk is over there.

I told you I wanted someone

who met my criteria.

Oh, I see.

You just have to hire this one,

don't you, Fergus?

Why don't you have her cover

the Harrington Benefit?

Perhaps she'll do the world of good.

Hmm.

Gil!

What is "helpful hints" doing

on the cover of this rag?

Selling papers.

Women want to read stories

about other women's

contributions to the war effort.

Of course they do.

It was my idea.

Mrs. Blythe has captured the

enthusiasm of legions of women

who are starting to protest the war.

Look at this:

"Sacrifice and loss"

"are the burden of women

on the homefront. "

"Like the officer who struggles

throughout the trenches,"

"there is never a moment of release"

"for the loved ones

who wait days and weeks"

"in fear of the report

of their impending loss. "

When could you ever

write with such empathy?

Could the French embassy go back

to the Red Cross for more information?

I have a contact there who can

verify the source of your letter.

I'm sorry.

We were to meet at 2:00.

It would be delightful

if you could put the same

intensity into my needs.

Where are today's proofs?

Photos?

The guest list?

Published menu?

Looks delicious.

The advance "at home" listing?

Well, you've forgotten the

catering "who's who" lists...

That was to accompany this.

And you've had time to do

your little helpful hints.

Who's helping who this week?

You mean my report on

British women

assisting at the front.

Well, your report, yes...

Penned by Jack Garrison.

I beg your pardon?

You do know Jack Garrison, don't you?

Well, I introduced Jack

to Keegan, darling.

I'm sorry about my column

ending up on the front page...

If that's what's upsetting you.

A word of advice.

Whatever information Jack

is feeding you for that

sleepy little column should be burned.

What information would Jack

be feeding me?

I haven't heard from him in weeks.

You let Jack know

that Keegan has been selling

his secret codes

to foreign hands for months.

Um, I'm afraid I don't know

what you're talking about.

Excuse me.

She thinks you put my column

on the front page

so Jack can feed secret codes

and information through me.

Oh, it all seems

rather preposterous.

Do you think he's a spy?

I... I wouldn't know.

Maude has a rather overwrought

imagination... she's

typically American in that way.

She might say anything to pretend

that she was in Jack's circle.

It's very sad.

She should stick

to what she does best.

She has such a strong following.

But for some people, the other

man's grass is always greener.

Thank you so much

for coming to see me.

Oh, Mrs. Blythe,

have you ever considered

public speaking?

I must attend a local

salvation army fundraiser.

Your column has attracted so much

attention, I'm sure that they'd

rather hear you than me.

I'd be honored, Mr. Keegan.

Oh, by the way, how is Jack's

little boy...

I should think Jack

must be most anxious to see him.

He's doing very well, thank you.

Oh, Mrs. Blythe,

there's a phone call for you.

You can take it on the extension.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Jack, where are you?

No, I can't hear you.

I'll meet you in Paris, then.

No... No, I don't want to

keep him here, I want to send

him back to Canada.

It's absolutely the safest.

It won't be long before I can

afford the tickets.

I'm working.

For Fergus Keegan at the dispatch.

Fergus Keegan.

In the lobby.

Why?

Hello.

Ill never forget this time, Anne.

It's beginning to feel like

he belongs to both of us.

I heard from Jack Garrison tonight.

He wants me to stay

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