The Moving Picture Weekly (1916-1917)

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20 -THE MOVING PICTURE WEEKLY A WIFE'S SUSPICION > 9 H "I'll be right back, dear." (Copyright 1917, Universal Film Mfg. Co.) ELLO, there, old scout, what's in the wind now?" The speaker was known in the social world as Jack Bradford, a broker, although he apparently had very little to do, and was able to devote the greater portion of his time to his wife and his little country place; in the underworld he was known as a crook, and hard as nails, a leader of crooks, and one who went after big game only. At the moment he was standing at the back door of his bungalow showing his young bride of three months the progress that the garden was making. Mrs. Bradford seemed surprised and astonished that two such disreputable-looking men should know her husband. Without introducing them, Jack pushed her into the house, and said that he would be in in a moment. "Well, Jack," said one of the men, "are you on for a big haul? Tom and Lila Clancy are back from England, and the police kept such a close eye on them over there that they didn't have a chance to turn a finger. They are dead broke, and want to turn something quick." By WILLARD MACK, "All right," said Jack. "Come to my house to-morrow night at eight o'clock. Here is the key. I'll come in later. Just make yourselves at home." Around the front corner Hugh Leghorn, an old-style, but perfectly honest, detective, had watched the two crooks in their meeting with Bradford. Without much ado he hot-footed it back to headquarters and re A THREE-REEL Gold Seal Drama, featuring Betty Schade and Val Paul. Directed by George Sargent. CAST. Jack Bradford Vaul Paul Mary Carpenter Betty Schade Lila Hazel Page Tom Clancy Lee Hill Hugh Leghorn Ed Clark Mrs. Von Berhoff... ...Florence Roberts ported to Von Berhoff that there was a big game afoot, and that Jack Bradford was the leader of the gang. He didn't notice the expression of amusement in Von Berhoff's face as he replied: "All right. Keep an eye on him." He did, however, keep the gang in tow, until he tracked them a week later to Von Berhoff's own house. He had seen, too, that Jack Bradford had had a misunderstanding with his wife, owing to the fact that she had surprised a meeting in her house. Her y husband being unable to give an explanation, she left him and returned to the Von Berhoffs, for whom she had formerly worked as governess. On the night in question the Von Berhoffs were having a reception, and Von Berhoff was not at all surprised to find Bradford, Tom and Lila Clancy and several of the other gentry whose faces were somewhat strange to society among the guests. Right away Lila got sick, and when Mrs. Von Berhoff took her up to her room, the clever crook asked her if she would keep a necklace which she was afraid of losing, in the wall safe. In this way Lila got the combination of the safe. But before her husband could climb through the window. Jack's wife interrupted him, and Mrs. Von Berhoff held him up with a revolver. After the fight was all over, and Jack himself had held up Clancy and the other thugs, flat-footed Hugh, the slow but honest detective, came triumphantly into the room, and with his revolver turned on Jack, shouted: "At last I have you in my power. Throw up your hands." Von Berhoff burst out laughing. "Why, Hugh, what do you mean? This is one of our cleverest Secret Service operators. He has trapped this whole gang. Why hold him up? Poor old Hugh was the most crestfallen of men, and Mary, in her tumultuous relief in finding that her husband was a detective instead of the crook she supposed him to be, sank weakly into his arms. Mary's suspicions seemed justified.