The film suddenly stopped. Garrick's office, which had been
ringing with firearms and shouts from the kinetophone, was again
silent. It was an impressive silence, too. No one of us but had
felt and lived the whole case over again in the brief time that
the talking movies had been shown.
The lights flashed up, and before we realised that the thing was
over, Garrick was standing before us, holding in his hand a long
sheet of paper. The look on his face told plainly that his novel
experiment had succeeded.
"I may say," he began, still studying the paper in his hand,
although I knew he must have arrived at his conclusion already or
he would never have quitted his "heart station," so soon, "I may
say that some time ago a letter was sent to Miss Winslow
purporting to reveal some of Mr. Warrington's alleged connections
and escapades. It is needless to say that as far as the
accusations were concerned he was able to meet them all adequately
and, as for the innuendoes, they were pure baseless fabrications.
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