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The detective glanced in the same direction, and then a smile came over his somewhat shrewd face, as Russ nodded to him. "Hello, Dalwood!" exclaimed the detective. Then to the officer "I guess he's right, Kelly, and you're wrong. I know that young fellow at the camera. He's been at headquarters once or twice helping our rogues' gallery men when their cameras needed fixing."
The week that followed was a busy one for every member of the Comet Film Company. Not that they were required to do much acting in front of the camera; for, after the outdoor scenes in connection with the current play were made, Russ Dalwood, the operator, packed up his belongings ready for the Florida trip. The others were doing the same thing, and Mr.
I should think he'd be ashamed to look a clam in the face that is, if a clam has a face," laughed Alice. "It's awfully good of you, Mrs. Dalwood, to make it for him so often." "Well, I'm always glad when a man enjoys his meals," declared Mrs. Dalwood, who, being a widow, knew what the lack of proper home life meant.
Then, rather disjointedly, and with many interruptions, the girls told the story of the afternoon and evening, for it was now nearly nine o'clock. Of course Mr. DeVere and Mrs. Dalwood were much worried when they learned what had happened, and the widow was not at her ease when she thought of her son still not out of danger. "But I'm sure he will soon be back," declared Alice, confidently.
In New York, with its hurry and scurry, where people live for years in adjoining rooms and never speak, she was an unusual type. She knew nearly every one in the big apartment which was almost more than the janitor and his wife could boast. A widow with two sons, Mrs. Dalwood was in fairly good circumstances compared with her neighbors.
"Oh, you're just saying that, Ruth!" objected the neighbor. "Indeed I'm not. You should hear him talk, for days afterward, about your clam chowder." She laughed genially. "Well, he does seem to relish that," admitted Mrs. Dalwood. "What's that?" asked Alice, as she came out. "We're speaking of clam chowder, and how fond daddy is of Mrs. Dalwood's recipe," said Ruth. "Oh, yes, indeed!
Quickly they retraced their steps to the apartment house. Without stopping to enter their own flat they knocked on the Dalwood door. A few seconds of anxious waiting brought no answer. "Not home yet!" exclaimed Alice. "Oh, what a shame." Ruth turned to their own flat. Entering with a pass-key she saw at a glance that their father had not come home. The note for him was still on the table.
By accident Russ Dalwood, a moving picture operator, suggested to one of the girls that their father might act for a moving picture film company, as he would not have to use his voice in such employment. How Mr. DeVere took the engagement, and how Ruth and Alice followed him, as well as their part in helping Russ to save a valuable camera patent all this you will find set down in the first book.
"Never mind," said Miss Dixon, "Pop will fix us up," and while she was waiting she strolled over to where Paul Ardite was talking to Alice. Russ Dalwood had come in and had greeted Ruth and Alice, and then, in response to an unseen gesture from Paul, had introduced him. Both girls liked the young fellow, who seemed quite interested in Alice.
It makes a big difference; doesn't it?" "Silly!" Alice laughed. "I wonder if we ought to take all these light waists?" she asked a little later, holding up a beautiful flimsy one. "It's sure to be hot there, I suppose." "I imagine so. And yet there may be cool and damp evenings. I'd take everything, if I were you." "I was thinking of sending some of my things back to Mrs. Dalwood.
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