River, and you, Martha, shall see him die!"

Whereupon Martha gave a piercing shriek, swooned, and the curtain fell.

"Crickets!" sighed John, as a prodigious bumping behind the lowered
curtain told of scenery that was being shifted, "I wish they'd hurry
up." Louise nodded silently, while the box of carmels lay neglected on
her lap; and for once during the evening, Sid could find no parallel for
such thrilling events in the scenes of his last vacation trip.

Almost before they realized it, the curtain rose again and revealed the
hut on the Hudson. In one corner of the dismal interior stood Jack
Harkness, bound, but appropriately defiant. In the other, on the floor
lay the weak, sobbing little heap that was Martha. In the center stalked
a triumphant Mordaunt with his two confederates.

"Jack Harkness," he hissed, "your time has come. Men, throw back the
trapdoor." Ah, those ever-present trapdoors!

He walked over to the opening. "The Hudson runs muddy tonight," he
murmured, as a shudder ran through the audience, "and very cold. 'Tis
well. Drag forth the prisoner and loose his bonds."

He stooped to jerk Martha to her feet. The rude door at the rear sprang
open, and the police burst in upon the scene. The two counterfeiters
sought for an escape, and Jack, sudden strength returning to his
immobile limbs, sprang upon the startled Mordaunt. A terrific struggle
ensued, and a tender scene between the two lovers as the police dragged
their three captives from the stage.

"At last, little Martha," Harkness murmured as he looked down at her.

"At last," she murmured, gazing shyly into his face. Then came a long,
passionate kiss--and the curtain.

Sid sprang to his feet and helped Louise on with her coat, but John,
stumbling after them up the aisle and out on the crowded street, neither
noticed nor cared. The play triangle of two men and a maid seemed
strangely analogous to his own love affairs. Sid was Mordaunt Merrilac,
Louise was little Martha, and he was the heroic Jack Harkness. Neither
counterfeiters nor police would participate, but that did not diminish
the tenseness of the situation, nevertheless. He was roused from his
revery by Sid's voice as they came to the street car corner.

"Here's a drug store, Louise. Let's go in and have a soda."

Dreaming again, and Sid had stolen another march on him! He trailed
sulkily in and the trio sat down in the little wire-backed chairs before
a round, shiny table. The drug