It was around five o"clock that afternoon, when he comes back and Miss Devine is sittin" beside him. Her ankle is all bound up with handkerchiefs and Adams is drivin" very slow and careful. He stops and then turns to help her outa the car, but she dodges his arm, steps down all by herself and without any sign of a limp, walks into the general offices.
Adams stands lookin" after her for a minute, kinda stunned.
"What was the matter?" I asks him, runnin" up.
"Why," he says, without lookin" at me; "she broke--she said she broke her ankle. She--"
Then he turns and runs the car into the garage.
The next mornin" he quits!
Duke broke the news, comin" over to Miss Devine, while I"m tellin" her how Kid Scanlan clouted his way up to the t.i.tle.
"Well, Miss Devine," he growls, "I guess you win! Adams has left Film City flat on its back. I thought that bird had the stuff in him, but I guess you saw deeper than I did!"
"I guess I did!" says Miss Devine kinda slow. "I knew he"d never stay."
Duke clears his throat a coupla times, blows his nose and wipes his forehead with a silk handkerchief--his only dissipation.
"And now I got a confession to make," he says, throwin" back his shoulders like he"s bracin" himself for a punch. "Ever since the day I played you against Adams, I been takin" a movie of you and him. Every time you was together they was a camera man--and a good one--in the offin". You didn"t know it and neither did Adams, but the result is a peach of a movie that"ll make us a lot of money, if you"ll let me release it. All I need is a couple more close-ups and--"
Miss Devine has been listenin" like she was in a trance. She turned more colors than they is in the flag, and, lemme tell you, they all become her!
"You--you--made a picture out of our--out of--me?" she gasps.
Whatever else Eddie Duke is, he"s game.
"Yeh!" he nods. "And wait till you see it--it"s great! Why, you got Pickford lookin" like a amateur, and Adams will be a riot with the girls the minute this movie"s released! I wanted to prove to you that the movies ain"t got a thing on real life, and I did! Why Adams can sign a contract with me any time he wants. That"s makin" good, ain"t it? From valet to movie star in five reels--and who put him over?
_You_!!!"
Before Miss Devine can say anything, we hear voices behind us. We"re standin" by a high hedge that had been set up for a picture that mornin", and it was Miss Devine that motioned us to keep quiet. The voices on the other side are Adams and De Vronde.
"I"ve done my share!" De Vronde is sayin". "I"ve been sending home--"
"Eighty dollars a month!" cuts in Adams, in that new, cold voice of his. "Eighty dollars a month to your father and mother, and you"re making a thousand a week. Eighty dollars a month, and you pay a hundred and fifty for a suit! It"s hard for me to call you a brother of mine! Do you know why I whipped that b.u.m the other day? For what he said about you? No! Because I didn"t want it thought that the whole family was as yellow as you are! But I"m going to make you game.
You"re going to turn what money you"ve h.o.a.rded over to Dad."
We"re all lookin" at each other--dumb-founded! Even Duke is pale and pop-eyed.
"By the Eternal, Miss Devine," he whispers in her ear. "I swear I didn"t know _that_! It don"t happen in real life, eh? _Brothers_--by the dust of Methuselah!"
De Vronde is speakin", and we bend to listen.
"I can"t!" he chokes out. "Why, I"ll--"
We hear Adams snort.
"Stop!" he says. "You can make more money than I can and make Ma and Dad comfortable for the rest of their days. I"m going--"
"About that girl--that Miss Devine," De Vronde breaks in, his voice shaking "It"s only right that you should know. She"s made an a.s.s of you--she and that Duke person! You"ve been followed about and everything you"ve done has been recorded by a camera. She had no accident the other day--her ankle wasn"t hurt--the horse was sent back with the empty saddle deliberately--they photographed that, too! They had a silly bet of some sort and--"
Miss Devine steps deliberately right around the side of the hedge almost into Adams"s arms. He"s white and lookin" much like he did the first day he blowed into Film City. The minute he sees her he straightens up.
"How long have you been here?" he clips out.
"I"ve heard--everything!" she says, lookin" him right in the eye.
Adams runs his hand through his hair, and pulls a look that went through me to the bone. I don"t know how it hit Miss Devine.
"And all of this--this--your att.i.tude toward me--the accident--was played to make a picture?" he says.
"Yes!" says Miss Devine. "All except _this_!" And I hope I never see another movie, if both her arms didn"t go around his neck--right out loud in public, too! "All except _this_!" she repeats. "And, oh, Jack--this is _real_!!"
"I win a thousand bucks!" pants Duke, draggin" me away--De Vronde blew the minute she appeared on the scene--"I win a thousand bucks!" he says. "And the picture is gonna be a riot! If they was only a good camera man here now for that close up at the finish, eh? Still--I guess that would be too raw!" He looks back where Adams and Miss Devine is posin" for a picture of still life. "And she said this love stuff was the bunk!" he hollers. "Oh, boy!!!!"
CHAPTER VIII
HOSPITAL STUFF
Every time I see a thermometer, a watch, and a egg my temperature aviates to about a hundred and ninety-eight in the shade--and if they"s n.o.body lookin" I bust "em! I spent two months and eight hundred bucks with that layout once and, oh, lady!--Say! The next time I feel a vacation comin" on, I"m goin" to Russia and holler, "Hooray for the Czar!"
I just been Red-Crossed to within a inch of my life and I"m off that "take-two-once-every-twice, and don"t-eat-any-this-or-drink-any-that"
stuff! The right cross and the double cross has been little pals of mine for years, and I once got throwed out of school for pullin" that "How to make a maltese cross" thing, but the _red_ one was all new to me up to last month.
They call me a glutton for punishment, but I got--enough!
I can"t go in a drug store no more, because the sight of the prescription bar in the rear affects me like strong drink and I even had to lay off peas, because they look like pills.
All the food I got durin" the time I become a victim of the Red Cross could have been carried over the Rocky Mountains by a lame ant, and I got a hole in my wrist that can be used as a ash tray from doctors grabbin" it to give my pulse early mornin" workouts and clockin" it over the full course. I was allowed two kinds of milk to drink--hot and cold. The only thing I could get to read was wrote to order on the premises and was all on the same subject, "Shake well before using!"
The whole thing was brought on by two words and Genaro, which was puttin" on this five-reel barbecue called "How Kid Scanlan Won the t.i.tle," and take it from me, if the Kid had pulled off in Manhattan some of the stunts he did in that picture, he would have won more than the welterweight t.i.tle--he"d have won the oil business from Rockefeller the first night!
The two words was "Don"t jump!" and Genaro _didn"t_ say "em--if he had, the Kid would never have dove off a cliff and sprained his million-dollar left arm, which triflin" detail caused _me_ to get my mail at a hospital for two months.
It was in the third reel of this picture, which I see by the billboards is liable to thrill the nation, that the thing happened. The Kid is supposed to jump off a cliff to fool the plotters which is tryin" to stop him from winnin" the t.i.tle. They had picked out two of them cliffs--one of "em was a drop of three feet and the other was a drop of twenty-one miles, accordin" to Scanlan, who made it and ought to know.
Anyhow, it was far enough! They was gonna show a close-up of the high one first and then take a flash of Scanlan leapin" from the little one.
The Kid walks to the edge of that high one, looks down and some fat-head camera man points a machine at him and starts turnin" the crank. Genaro was to wave his handkerchief as a signal for the Kid to dive off the _little_ cliff and Scanlan, kinda puzzled, watches him.
Just as he"s walkin" away from the edge, Genaro blows his nose! The Kid sees the camera man and the handkerchief, and not wantin" to act yellah before the bunch, he--jumps!
A lot of excitement was had by all and Scanlan sprained his arm.
"Ah!" yells Genaro. "She"sa make the greata scene! What you think thisa Meester Scanlan he"sa joomp off wan mountain for art? That"sa real arteeste! He"sa killa himself for maka picture for Genaro! Ah--I embrace heem!"
Miss Vincent begins by faintin". Then she comes to, throws a rock at a camera man which is takin" a close up of her unconscious, kneels at the Kid"s side and kisses him right out loud before everybody. She claims, if he proves to be dead, she"ll leave the company flat and have Genaro tried for murder before a judge which had been tryin" for two years to do somethin" for her. They finally carried the Kid up to the hotel, and sent for a doctor which was recommended by Eddie Duke. Accordin"
to Eddie, this friend of his had the average doctor lookin" like a drug clerk. Pluckin" people from the grave was his specialty, says Eddie.