The Vidiot

There a good many startling surprises in TV camera work. But if the universe reels — will an eager lad get a second chance?


Excerpt

"Don Hartley!" The little blonde secretary's eyes opened wide with curiosity as she repeated his name. She knows, then, thought Don.

"Just — just a minute," she said. She picked up the phone and pressed the inter-office button. "Mr. Don Hartley to see you, sir," she announced. Then after a pause, "Yes, sir."

She replaced the receiver, and turned back to Don. "Won't you please have a seat, Mr. Hartley. He'll see you in a moment."

Don sat uncomfortably on the edge of one of the heavy, leather-upholstered chairs. He looked around the beautifully appointed ante-office. The little secretary was trying in vain to be inconspicuous in her curiosity about him. He shifted self-consciously on the chair.

Was he in the right place? Had he really made the right decision? It was a damned difficult thing to figure out!

For the umpteenth time he let his mind wander back twenty-four hours — a measly twenty four hours — when ...