Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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64 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE H-HANDS UP!" SHE QUIVERED snickered the more cowardly crook. "Dere's on'y de goil t' home. Looker dere!" "An' site's got de letter "—"Warden's fingers fumbled — "see — in de brass box. Say, it's like stealin' a kid's lollipop. Dis way, beauty bo." The girl stood very still. There was in her tense attitude the horror of a child who stands alone in the fearfully peopled darkness and dares not turn to confirm his dread. Every sense was alert, yet it was almost by sixth sense she felt the alien presences behind. Her hand crept to the tabledrawer. She whirled. ' ' H-hands up ! " she quivered. The point of the revolver described curious gyrations more dangerous than a deadly aim. Taken by surprise, their usual arguments out of reach in a hip pocket, the two at the window bolted into outer darkness. Now, it is a curious fact that known and present terror is not so fearful as unseen danger. As t h e ugly forms disappeared, Mildred felt her horror increase. She gave a haunted glance about the cheerfully lighted room and — followed t h e robbers thru the open window ! Here Fate introduces the hero. His name was Humphrey, and he was very much lost in the tangle of suburban bypaths. To him, peering disconsolately about in the dim radius of his automobile lights, appeared beauty in distress. 11 Oh— please!" The bewildered young man felt a small, hard square thing thrust into his hands; heard a small, soft, shaky voice in his charmed ears; saw a small, lovely, troubled face, and, altho he had not yet heard the justice of her plea, espoused her cause immediately. Wlio ever heard of a pretty lady-murderer being hung? In a moment, however, he was possessed of the facts. HUMPHREY FALLS INTO THE TRAP