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"I believe I should!" she exclaimed, with more interest than she had before shown. "It sounds interesting." "Maybe we'll act ourselves, some day," added Alice. "Oh, no!" protested her sister. "But let's sit down. The meal is spoiling. Oh!" she cried, with a hasty glance at the table. "Not a bit of salt. I forgot it. Alice, dear, just slip across the hall and borrow some from Mrs. Dalwood."
To save time, different scenes had already been set up in various parts of the big studio, and to these scenes mere sections of rooms or offices the actors moved. With them moved Russ Dalwood, who was "filming" this particular play. He placed his little box-machine, on its tripod, before each scene, and used as many feet of film to get the succeeding pictures as Mr. Pertell thought was necessary.
"Oh, of course I didn't actually turn it down," said the old actor, "but it gave me quite a turn, I must say. I haven't gotten over it yet, seeing you girls disappear under the waves." "Don't think of it, Daddy!" urged Alice. "Have some of this apple slump. Mrs. Dalwood sent it in." "Your idea is that a man's mind is in his stomach, isn't it, daughter," laughed her father.
Alice and Ruth DeVere, with Russ Dalwood and Paul Ardite, were standing amidships, on the port side, looking down into the water. A little in advance of them stood Mr. Towne and Miss Pennington. The latter had been much in the new actor's company of late. "They seem quite interested in each other," remarked Russ, in a low tone.
Paul Ardite called to the worked-up traveler of the deep blue sea. This had no effect. "Avast there! Belay!" cried Russ Dalwood, who was not at that moment engaged at the crank of some camera. He used the same sea terms the old man himself had uttered, but this salt-water "lingo," or translation of the command to halt, had no effect either. Then came an interruption at a most opportune time.
Alice burst in on her sister and father. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "That man he he was in the Dalwood kitchen!" "What man?" asked Mr. DeVere, starting forward. "The one who was after Russ's patent! Quick, can't you get him?" Mr. DeVere ran into the hall, but the man had gone. The Dalwood kitchen door was still open, and a hasty look through the apartment showed none of the family could be at home.
"Could he have stolen the patent?" cried Alice, when the excitement had quieted down. "We can't tell until Russ comes home," replied her father. "I'll leave our door ajar, and we can hear if anyone goes into the Dalwood rooms. As soon as some of them return we will tell them what has taken place."
They ought to be able to do it. You told me Dalwood could manage a boat." "So he can but " There was ominous meaning in the broken-off sentence. "Well, we'll do the best we can," concluded Captain Brisco. "They will have to take chances, as we're doing." He went forward to give some orders.
In the evening Russ Dalwood came in from across the hall, and they played bridge whist, of which Mr. DeVere was fond. "Fancy daddy, Russ," laughed Alice, "wanting us to give up a chance to go to sea just because he dreamed of a shipwreck!" "Oh, I didn't actually want you to give it up," her father remonstrated. "Perhaps I was foolish even to mention it.
What do you mean?" "I mean I'm going to see Russ Dalwood and ask him if I can't get work in the movies. If father won't, I will! And I'll ask Russ for the loan of some money. I can pay him back when I get my salary!" "Alice, I'll never let you do that!" and Ruth planted herself before the door. For a tense moment the sisters confronted each other. "But we we must do something," faltered Alice.
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