It was
not the Forty-eighth Street resort. But it was strongly
reminiscent of it. From the talking machine proceeded all the
noises familiar to such a scene.
Garrick had moved behind the screen that cut off our view of the
galvanometer. One after another, he was studying the emotions of
each of his audience.
Suddenly the scene changed. A door was burst in, cards and
gambling paraphernalia were scattered about and hidden, men rushed
to escape, and the sounds were much like those on the night of the
raid. Garrick was still engrossed in the study of what the
galvanometer was showing.
The film stopped. Without warning, the operator started another.
It was a group of men and women playing cards. A man entered, and
engaged in conversation with one of the women who was playing.
They left the room.
The next scene was in an entirely different room. But the
connection which was implied with the last scene was obvious.
Different actors entered the room, a man and a woman. There was a
dispute--there was a crack of a revolver--and the woman fell.
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