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56 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE BLAKE EXPATIATES ON THE VALUE OP POTATO-BUGS Couldn't be a better night, old man. Nix on that yellow streak." "Jus' de same, I t'ink dere's some- t'ing on de blink—it's too easy. Wen I makes a haul I likes t' do hones' woik, wit' de diamond'-cutter, de putty an' de bull's-eye. I'm leery o' dis sassiety biz " " 'Fraid I'll give you away by eat- ing with my knife? Now, Spider, stow that whining and listen to me. I go in as a guest, get a glimp of the scarab, beat it upstairs, hide, and snitch the stone after the house gets quiet. I got the detective badge in case of trouble. You hang about with the car—lucky you're a regular chauffeur, Spider, so we dont have to pay taxi-hire! I come out, get in— there you are—simple, not?" "Sounds 0. K." admitted the pessimistic Spider; "but de tire often gets busted where youse dont see no glass. Here we are, anyhow. Gee! but dat moon soitenly is gay!" Blake got out of the car, leisurely, tipped his chauffeur, and joined the stream of top-hats and opera-cloaks entering the blazing hallway. Spider, watching, with reluctant admiration, his easy air of at-homeness, had to admit that his partner looked the role of gentleman. "But where dere's skoits present I dont trust him," he sighed. "He'll cop th' game by some fool stunt, b'lieve muh." He cranked his ear, whirred noisily away, around the block, and thence softly back, drawing up the taxi in the shadow across the way. Prudence told him to keep away until needed, but Apprehension, shriller-voiced, ad- vised him to wait and watch. Thru the French windows he could see the guests greeted by a tall, gray-haired man, with the air of belonging to his clothes, and a girl in a rainbow gown. At the sight of the girl's face Spider's heart dropped to his boots. "A looker! some fair dame !—gee! when Blake gives her th' once over " Groaning, he watched affairs shape themselves; saw Blake himself enter the room; saw the butler look after him, puzzled, then draw the host con- fidentially aside. Spider ground his teeth impotently. He was meditating flight and a month's lay-off in safe hiding as Mr. Hamilton crossed the floor and, touching Blake apologeti- cally on the arm, drew him into the window recess. The thief in the dark watched, breathlessly. Then he drew a long breath. "Say, you'se got t' hand it t' dat feller f 'r noive!" he admired. '' Passes BLAKE IS ROUGH BUT PERSUASIVE