f 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 bum 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 hoarded 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 ass 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