We could hear the crackling of flames,
the shouts of the people, the clang of bells, and the hasty tread
of the firemen as they advanced and put out the blaze. The film
play was one of those which never fail to attract, where the
makers had gone to the utmost extent of realism and had actually
set fire to a house to get the true effect.
The next was a scene from a detective play, pure and simple, in
which that marvellous little instrument which had served us in
such good stead in this case was played up strongly, the
detectaphone. Then followed a scene from another play in which a
young girl was kidnapped and rescued by her lover just in the nick
of time. Nothing could have been selected to arouse the feelings
of the little audience to a higher pitch.
The last of the series, which I knew was to be a climax, was not
an American picture. It was quite evidently made in Paris and was
from actual life. I myself had been startled when the title was
announced by the voice and on the screen simultaneously, "The
Siege of the Motor Bandits by the Paris Police.
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