ot be surrendered until the five hundred dollars
is paid."

"Oh yes," said Russ gently, "I think it will. Look! Ready!"

As he spoke the room was suddenly darkened, and then, on the big white
screen, there sprang into prominence life-size moving pictures of Dan
Merley, showing him walking about the backwoods cabin, and shoveling
snow. The likeness was perfect.

"I--er--I--what does this mean?" stammered the lawyer, springing to his
feet.

"It means that Dan Merley is a faker!" cried Russ, as the lights were
turned up again, and Mr. Pertell came up from the booth where he had
been working the moving picture machine.

"It means that he is a faker when he says he was injured by the street
car," cried Russ, "and we're going to show these pictures in court if he
persists in the suit. And it means he's a faker when he says Mr. DeVere
owes him five hundred dollars. It means he's a faker from beginning to
end! We've got the proof on the film!" and his voice rang out.

"Oh, Russ!" cried Ruth, and she clasped his hand in delight.

"I--er--I--" stammered Mr. DeVere as he sank into a chair.

"Daddy, you won't have to pay!" exclaimed Alice, joyfully.

"How about that, Mr. Black?" asked Russ of the lawyer. "Do you think
your client will go on with the street car suit?"

"Well, my dear young man, in view of what you have shown me, I--er--I
think not. In fact I know not." The lawyer was beaten and he realized
it.

"And about Mr. DeVere's note?" asked Russ.

The lawyer took out his pocketbook.

"Here is the note," he muttered. "You have beaten us. I presume if we
drop both suits that you will not show these pictures in court?"

"It won't be necessary," said Russ. "If the suits are withdrawn the
pictures will not be shown. But they will be kept--for future
reference," he added significantly.

"I understand," spoke the lawyer. "You are a very clever young man."

"Oh, the young ladies helped me," laughed Russ.

"Good-night," said the lawyer, bowing himself out.

"There you are, Mr. DeVere!" cried Russ, as they were on their way from
the studio. "You'd better destroy that note. It's the only evidence
Merley had, and now you have it back. Tear it up--burn it!"

"I will indeed! I never can thank you enough for securing it for me.
Those moving pictures were a clever idea."

The next day formal notice was sent to Mr. DeVere that the suit against
him had been withdrawn, and Merley had to pay all advance court
charges. Th