“Hi, this way!” suddenly hailed the active Pep. “The door isn’t locked.” “That’s great,” spoke Randy. “I want to see what the inside looks like.” “Hello, there!” called out a man’s voice as they stepped over the threshold of the broad double doorway. “Hello yourself, mister,” retorted Pep cheerily, “we were sort of interested in the place and wanted to look it over.” Frank stepped forward. The man who had challenged them was in his shirt sleeves, working at a plank over two wooden horses mending some wire screens. “We are looking over the beach with the idea of finding a good location for a show,” Frank explained. “What kind of a show?” inquired the man, studying the trio sharply. “Motion picture.” “Well, you’ve come to the right place, I can tell you that,” declared the man, showing more interest and putting aside the screen he was mending. “Pretty young, though, for business on your own hook; aren’t you?” “Oh, we’re regular business men, we are,” vaunted Pep. “This is Frank Durham, and this is Randolph Powell. The three of us ran a photo playhouse in Fairlands for six months, so we know the business.” “Is that so?” observed the man musingly. “Well, I’m the owner of the building here and as you see, want to find a good tenant for the season. I’m mending up the screens to those ventilating windows. I’m going to redecorate it inside and out, and the place is right in the center of the busiest part of the beach.” “What was it used for before?” inquired Frank. “Bowling alley, once. Then a man tried an ice cream parlor, but there was too much competition. Last season, a man put in a penny arcade, but that caught only the cheap trade and not much of that.” Frank walked to the end of the long room and looked over the lighting equipment, the floor and the ceiling. Then he nodded to Randy and Pep, who joined him at a window, as if looking casually over the surroundings of the vacant place. “See here, fellows,” Frank said, “it looks as though we had stumbled upon a fine opportunity.” “Splendid!” voiced Randy. “It strikes me just right,” approved Pep. “What a dandy place we can make of it, with all this space! Why, we’ll put three rows of seats, the middle one double. There’s all kinds of space on the walls for posters. I’ll have to get an assistant usher and----” “Hold on, Pep!” laughed Frank. “Aren’t you going pretty fast? The rent may be ’way out of our reach. You know we are not exactly millionaires, and our limited capital may not come anywhere near covering things.” “Find out what the rent is; won’t you, Frank?” pressed Randy. “There’s no harm in that,” replied Frank. He went up to the owner of the place while Randy and Pep strolled outside. They walked around the building twice, studying it in every particular. Randy looked eager and Pep excited as Frank came out on the sidewalk. They could tell from the pleased look on his face that he was the bearer of good news. “What is it, Frank?” queried Randy, anxiously.