comfortably as possible, the lights were extinguished, and the picture was projected. It exposed the story of a poor shop girl who accepted money from men but who unaccountably never seemed to lose her virtue. She wore an unending series of the most astonishing frocks to the most astonishing affairs and yet always appeared behind the counter the next morning as if fourteen dollars a week was an important factor in her life. One young fellow in particular seemed to make his home in her bedroom and yet it was plain that nobody but the chaste heroine ever occupied the bed. In the end, when she married this persistent suitor, the fact that she was the long-lost daughter of a German baroness was disclosed. Concurrently a wicked floor-walker was completely confounded.
The applause was hearty at the conclusion of the showing.
Your best picture, Imperia! You've never done anything like it before! Great stuff, Herbert, those shots from the transom! These were a few of the comments.
Don't you think you could write that? Capa Nolin demanded. It's the story I was telling you about. Imperia never uses any other.
Ambrose tossed down another glass of cham-
