It was something they had never before witnessed--an attempt to gain possession of the secrets of the company--for a moving picture concern guards its films jealously, until they are "released," or ready for reproduction.
"Curious," remarked Mr. Pertell, "but I had a distrust of that chap from the first. Do any of you know him?"
"I acted mit him vunce in der Universal company, but he dit not stay long," said Mr. Switzer.
"Probably he was up to some underhand work," observed Walsh.
"I wonder what his object was?" went on the manager. "He evidently wasn"t doing this for himself." Idly he turned over the sc.r.a.p of paper on which the other had been making notes in the testing room. Then the manager uttered a cry of surprise.
"Ha! The International Picture Company! This is part of one of their letter heads. So Wilson was working for them! They very likely sent him here to get a position, and instructed him to steal some of our secrets and ideas, if he could. The scoundrel!"
"He didn"t see much!" chuckled Walsh. "The film broke after a few feet had been run off, and I switched on the lights. He didn"t see a great deal."
"No, his notes show that," said the manager. "But only for that accident he might have learned of our plans and given our rivals information sufficient to spoil our big play."
"Have you new plans?" asked Mr. DeVere, who was on very friendly terms with the manager.
"Yes, we are going to make a big three-reel play, called "East and West," and while some of the scenes will be laid in New York, the main ones will be filmed out beyond the Mississippi. One of the most important New York scenes has already been made. It was this one which was being tested when Wilson went in there. Had he seen it all he might have guessed at the rest of our plans and our rivals, the International people, would have been able to get ahead of us. They are always on the alert to take the ideas of other concerns. But I think I"ll beat them this time."
"So we are to go West; eh?" queried Mr. DeVere.
"Yes, out on what prairies are left, in some rather wild sections, and I think we will make the best views we have yet had," responded Mr.
Pertell. "Now, if you please, ladies and gentlemen, take your places, and go on with your acts. I am sorry this interruption distracted you."
CHAPTER III
A DARING FEAT
"Oh, Ruth, did you hear? We are to go out West!"
"Are you glad, Alice?"
"Indeed I am. Why, we can see Indians and cowboys, and ride bucking broncos and all that. Oh, it"s perfectly delightful!" and Alice, who had been taking down her jacket, held it in her arms, as one might clasp a dancing partner, and swept about the now almost deserted studio in a hesitation waltz.
"Can"t I come in on that?" cried Paul Ardite, as he began to whistle, keeping time with Alice"s steps.
"No, indeed, I"m too tired," she answered, with a laugh. "Oh, but to think of going West! I"ve always wanted to!"
"Alice always says that, whenever a new location is decided on,"
observed Ruth, with a quiet smile.
The work of the day was over, and most of the players had gone home.
Ruth and Alice were waiting for their father, who was in Mr. Pertell"s office. They had intended going shopping, thinking Mr. DeVere would be detained, but he had said he would be with them directly.
And the two girls had brought up the subject of the new line of work, broached by Mr. Pertell in mentioning the matter of the spy.
"I hope nothing comes of that incident," said Mr. DeVere, as he came from the manager"s office, while Ruth and Alice finished their preparations for the street.
"I hope not, either," returned the manager, slipping into his coat, for, like many busy men, he worked best in his shirt sleeves. "Yet I don"t like it, and I am frank to confess that the International concern has more than once tried to get the best of me by underhand work. I don"t like it. I must keep track of that Wilson. Good night, ladies. Good night, Mr. DeVere."
The good nights were returned and then the two girls, with their father, Russ and Paul, went out.
"That was an unfortunate occurrence," remarked Mr. DeVere.
"Oh, Daddy! How hoa.r.s.e you are!" exclaimed Ruth, laying a daintily-gloved hand on his shoulder. "You must use your throat spray as soon as you get home."
"I will. My throat is a little raw. There was considerable dust in the studio to-day. I like work in the open air best."
"So do I," confessed Alice. "Now, Daddy, you must stop talking," and she shook her finger at him. "You listen--we"ll talk."
"You mean _you_ will," laughed Ruth, for Alice generally did her own, and part of Ruth"s share also.
They walked on, talking at intervals of the incident of the spy and again of the prospective trip to the West.
"Do you know just where we are going, Russ?" asked Ruth, as she kept pace with him.
"Not exactly," he replied, stealing a glance at the girl beside him, for she was a picture fair to look upon with her almost golden hair blown about her face by the light breeze, while her blue eyes looked into the more sober gray ones of Russ. "I believe Mr. Pertell intends to go to several places, so as to get varied views. I know we are to go to a ranch, for one thing."
"Fine!" exclaimed Alice, with almost boyish enthusiasm, as she walked at the side of Paul. "Daddy, do you want me to become a cowgirl?" she asked, turning to Mr. DeVere, who was in the rear.
"I guess if you wanted to be one, you would whether I wanted you to or not," he replied, with an indulgent smile. "You have a way with you!"
"Hasn"t she, though!" agreed Paul.
They reached the apartment house where the DeVeres and Russ lived. Paul came in for a little while, but declined an invitation to stay to tea.
"I"ve got quite a piece of work on for to-morrow," he said, as he left.
"What is it?" asked Alice.
"There"s to be a new play, "An Inventor"s Troubles," and one of the inventions is a sort of rope fire escape. There"s a rope, coiled in a metal case. You take it to your hotel room with you, and in case of fire you fasten the case to the window casing, grab one end of the rope, and jump. The rope is supposed to pay out slowly, by means of friction pulleys, and you come safely to the ground."
"Did you invent that?" asked Ruth, who had not heard all that was said.
"Oh, no, some fellow did, and the city authorities are going to give him a chance to demonstrate it before they will recommend it to hotel proprietors. And I"m to be the "goat," if you will allow me to say so."
"How?" asked Alice.
"I"m to come down on the rope from the tenth story of some building.
This will serve as the city test, and at the same time Mr. Pertell has fixed up a story in which the fire escape scene figures. I"ve got to study up a little bit before to-morrow."
"It--it isn"t dangerous; is it?" asked Alice, and she rather faltered over the words.
"Not if the thing works," replied Paul, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"That is, if the rope doesn"t break, or pay out so fast that I hit the pavement with a b.u.mp."