John Bradley, using all his skill in the
matter of disguise to create for himself a totally different
personality.

Taking a makeup box from his grip, he proceeded first to give his dark
brown hair a very decided and natural looking touch of gray, over the
temples and at the sides. Then he fitted into place a short pointed
grayish beard, and a mustache with waxed ends. These were products of
the skill of one of the best wig-makers in Paris, and so cleverly made
that they would defy detection, even in broad daylight. A pair of
gold-rimmed eyeglasses completed the facial disguise. Duvall might now
have passed anywhere for a well-groomed professional man of fifty-five
or sixty.

The impression was heightened by his frock coat and silk hat. He felt
quite sure that, in his present disguise, the plotters against Ruth
Morton's welfare could not possibly recognize him.

He went down to the theater very early, after a hasty dinner, and found
Mr. Baker in the box office. The moving picture man did not recognize
him, of course, and Duvall, after drawing him aside, had some little
difficulty in convincing him of his identity. Once it had been
established, however, Mr. Baker conducted him to a dressing room behind
the scenes, and motioned him to a chair.

"We can talk here without being seen or heard," he said. "Is there
anything new?"

"Nothing. I have taken Mrs. Morton and her daughter to a hotel, where I
feel sure they will be quite safe from further annoyance. Ruth will not
come to the studio for a few days, until we have gotten to the bottom of
this affair. I am staying in an adjoining room, so as to be on hand at
once in case of any trouble. I suppose you have everything fixed for
to-night?"

"Yes." Mr. Baker's tone was dubious. "I have inserted in the film the
material you gave me. It will appear just at the end of Part I. I hope
it will not spoil our picture."

"I think not. As a matter of fact, when the reasons for its introduction
become known, I imagine it will give you a lot of very valuable
advertising."

"Possibly so," Mr. Baker granted. "But after all, I begin to feel very
doubtful as to the results. This woman, whoever she is, that is
persecuting Miss Morton seems to be mighty clever. She may not be
affected in the way you think, by what she sees on the screen."

"I realize that. It is only a chance. But don't you think that, under
the circumstances, it is a chance worth taking?"

"Most certainly; othe