Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1929)

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See "Red Lips'* lilm with Marion Nixon — she uses Phantom Red. In ultra red-andblack enamel case, SI. Junior, 50c. Send 10 Cents Send this adv. and 10c for Vanity Size Phantom Red Lipstick and Make-up Guide. (Another Klc hriuKS dainty model Phantom Red Roufie Compact). Dept. 161, CARLYIE LABORATORIES, Inc., 54 Dey St., New Yofk Rod La Roque and Billie Dove all alone on the great big ocean with a nose-diving airplane. Rod is looking hopefully for a rowboat. It's a scene from their new picture, "The Man and the Moment," a First National "Good news, old man! Things are beginning to break. That was Dr. .\mden. I'm going to talk to Beth MacDougall. You go out and forget your worries . . . we're over the hump!" CHAPTER XVI ""Y'OU stole out to meet Hardell after you -Isaw the lights go out on the set . . . ?" "Yes." She would not look at him and she had gathered her gown into a ball in her hand. "When you got there Hardell was not there. You thought he was in his dressing room. You waited, hoping against hope that he would return to meet you?" "Yes." "I found your fingerprints on several things. A book ... a pillow . . . very plain prints because the set was so dusty. Then Hardell did come, and before you could speak, somebody else followed him! You hid because you did not want to be found out. You crouched by that big overstuffed chair. I found your prints on the rockers." "Yes ... I hid there. ..." "And it was then that you saw HardeU murdered!" Her eyes slid swiftly to him. For a long moment she stared at him . . . stared as though he were telling her of things she had done but could not remember. Then she shook her head slowly in denial. "No. I did not see him . . . killed. ..." "Those blood finger prints on the canvas door were yours. They are also on this ..." he drew a towel from his pocket. "You came back here and washed your hands, but first you tried to w'ipe it off on the towel. The towel was in the garbage can. Miss Brown should have burned it." She looked at it, and her blue eyes began to fill with tears ... to well over ... to deluge her white cheeks. Then she turned her face away from him and a quivering sigh came piteously into the silence between them. Smith waited. He felt she would talk of her own volition, and presently she did, keeping her face away from him. "There isn't any use in keeping things back. My father. ..." " Did you see him kill Hardell?" "No. I did not see him. But I know . . . he did it." Flat despair in her voice. "How do you know, then?" "I never heard him tell a lie. My father hates a lie." "And that is the only reason you have?" "It is enough. That . . . and . . . because I did not see Yvonne or Billy do it . . . and because. ..." "Your father may never have lied before, but he lied the other day at the inquest! He lied ... to save you!" And then she turned to look at him. "To save me?" A tremulous curving of the lips ... a smile of hope that would not smile, but hid its pathetic futility behind the sheet that was caught and pressed against it! "Yes. Your father, I am sure, had some reason to believe you committed the murder! He had some reason that was proof indisputable to him . . . enough proof to make him confess at a time when two other confessions would have probably cleared him! But he knew ... he knew . . . that you did it!" "I want to see my father! I want to see him!" She pulled herself up from the pillows and swaing her slender little feet to the floor. Smith put out his hand and forced her gently back. "It is not necessary! Tell me the truth!" " But how can I make vou believe me ! I did not . . . Oh, I did not kill him!" "Tell me . . . all of it!" Her fingers locked and struggled with each other on the thin covering of her gown. Her eyes fi.\ed on some distant point. "I wanted ... I had to . . . talk to Dwight. My father had forbidden me to see him . . . speak to him again. It was to be the last lime ... I did not want to see him. I knew I had never really . . . loved . . . cared for him . . . but . . . but ... He . . . we . . . should have been married. I was afraid of having to live with him ... be his wife . . . but ... it was right to do. I was going to ask him ..." She stopped. Smith could find no words. YOU know . . . even though you don't hke to do things, there are some things . . . you have to do , . ." she said. "I understand." Smith's voice was very gentle. She seemed to gather courage from it. "I went to the stage and Dwight was not there. I waited. He did not come. He said he would. Then I heard steps, but they did not sound like Dwight's. I hid while Billy West came and stood still a minute, looking about for his s.cript. Then he went straight to Every advertisement in rnoTOPLAY JI.\GAZ1NE is guaranteed.