Wuar chiefly provokes me in the news that Hollywood is going to make a film of the history of Scotland Yard is the problem of the love interest.
One suggestion, I understand, is to introduce it in the person of a forger's baby daughter—those curls, those dimples—who pleads success felly with the Commissioner to give ner pops a br ud then, when she grows up, becomes a policewoman, The final shot will show her and the Commissioner's son, himself a rising young officer, pacing up Whitehall in the moonlight.
"Shoulder to shoulder," she says, softly, "side by side!"
"What about face to face?" he says, with a smile.
"Okay by me, gorgeous!" is her intoxicating reply.
They pause. They embrace. And Big Ben times each kiss with an echoing "bong!"—Showman in the "Herald."
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