Betty was in the middle of explaining to Scott that he couldn't claim that WENN was the first radio station to operate in Pittsburgh when they were interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
"Will you get that?" Scott asked, turning away and standing up. He stared at his trophy bass, thinking, as Betty picked up the phone.
"Hello, Gertie," Betty said, and paused. "From London?" she asked. Scott turned. Anything involving London had an obvious connection to Victor Comstock – though he had been killed several months ago and Betty seemed to have recovered, he never knew what might set her off again.
"Oh, well, if Victor sent him, he must be okay," Betty said. Of course, Scott thought.
Betty hung up the phone. "There's a man in reception that says Victor sent him," she said. "He's got a story that he wants to try out on the air."
"What?" Scott asked, suspecting a rat. "Victor sent him? When? Why hasn't he come before now?"
"Supposedly he had trouble getting out of England because of the war, and he can only stay here for a couple of days. He's a professor of literature at a college in Oxford, and Gertie says he looks the part. I think we should at least see if he's for real."
Scott shrugged. "How do you know that he's not just some golddigger trying to take advantage of you and this station by using Victor's name?"
"If his story's good, who cares?" Betty asked. "And if he really did know Victor, I don't want to offend him."
"Well, let him in," Scott said. "But I want to read his story before we broadcast it."
"So, Scott, what do you think about the Professor's story?" Betty asked. He'd taken it home with him the night before.
"Well, it's alright," he said. "A little long for a radio broadcast, don't you think?"
"Scott, you're so professional," Betty said, slightly mockingly. "Why the sudden interest in the artistic side of things? I really liked the story as the professor explained it over dinner last night – and I don't think there's any doubt that he met Victor, with all the stories he told about him. He had even more stories than you did, Scott."
Scott coughed. "Well, basically, I agree – it is an interesting story. But it is a little too long." Betty nodded in reluctant agreement. "But, last night, I took the liberty of rewriting it a little. And I think I improved it. Here, have a look." He tossed a script down on the desk. Betty picked it up.
"The Lord of the Radio, by… Scott, I don't think the professor will want you to put your name on it with his own."
"Just read it," Scott said. "It's great!"
"Alright…" Betty said dubiously. She turned the page.