CHAPTER THREE
Sid Baker had gotten to work that morning at eight o'clock. He had had breakfast earlier with his wife in their Beverly Hills home. Sid had produced the Don Melton Show for over ten years. With a salary of five thousand dollars a week, he had managed to live very comfortably.
His silver Rolls Royce shone brightly in the ABS parking lot, parked in a place marked 'Sidney Baker.'
There was a production meeting at eight thirty with all the principals. He went to his plush office and greeted one of his secretaries.
"Come in, I want you to take a letter," Sid said crisply.
The secretary obeyed and brought her pad and pencil into his private office.
One side of the office was glass, covered with long, thick drapes. They were white and transparent. There was a view of the front
