If there was any satisfaction to be had out of the new tragedy it was to be found in the fact that the fault was not entirely3 hers. An impartial4 critic might, indeed, absolve5 her from all responsibility.
In this particular instance she regarded herself in the light of a martyr6 to indifferent literature—not without reason.
When the Westminster Art Film Company was tottering7 on its last legs, Mr. Willie Ellsberger, chairman and chief victim, decided8 on one big throw for fortune. The play decided upon does not matter, because it was written by Willie himself, with the assistance of his advertising9 man, but it contained all the stunts10 that had ever got by in all the photo plays that had ever been produced, and in and out of every breathless situation flashed Sadie O’Grady, the most amazing, the most charming, the most romantic, the highest salaried artiste that filmland had ever known.
Sadie O’Grady had come to London from Honolulu, after she had inherited her father’s considerable fortune. She came, a curious visitor, to the studios, merely as a spectator, and had laughingly refused Mr. Ellsberger’s first offer, that gentleman having been attracted by her perfect face and the grace of her movements; but at last, after extraordinary persuasion11, she had agreed to star in that stupendous production, “The Soul of Babylon,” for a fee of ￡25,000, which was to be distributed amongst certain Honolulu charities in which she was interested.
“No,” she told a newspaper man, “this is to be my first and my last film. I enjoy the work very much, but naturally it takes up a great deal of my time.”
“Are you returning to Honolulu?” asked our representative.
“No,” replied Miss O’Grady, “I am going on to Paris. My agent has bought me the Duc de Montpelier’s house in the Avenue d’Etoile.”
A week after the picture was finished, Miss Sadie O’Grady waited on the chairman by appointment.
“Well, Sadie,” said that gentleman, leaning back in his chair, and smiling unhappily, “it’s a flivver!”
“You don’t say!” said Sadie aghast.
“We ran it off for the big renter from the North, and he says it is about as bad as it can be, and that all the good in it is so obviously stolen, that he dare not risk the injunction which would follow the first exhibition. Did Simmonds pay you your last week’s salary?”
“No, Mr. Ellsberger,” said the girl.
“That sets me back another twenty pounds,” he said and reached for his cheque-book. “It is tough on you, Sadie, but it’s tougher on us. I’m not so sure that it is so tough on you, though. I spent a fortune advertising you. There isn’t anybody in this country who hasn’t heard of Sadie O’Grady, and,” he added grimly, “you’ve more publicity13 than I hope I shall get when this business goes into the hands of the Official Receiver.”
“So there’s no more work?” asked the girl after a pause.
Mr. Ellsberger’s hands said: “What can I do?”
“You ought not to have any difficulty in getting a shop,” he said, “with your figure.”
“Especially when the figure’s twenty pounds a week,” she said unsmilingly. “I was a fool ever to leave Paris. I was doing well there and I wish I’d never heard of the cinema business.”
Still young and pretty and slim, with a straight nose and a straighter mouth, she had no appeal for Mr. Ellsberger, who in matters of business had an unsympathetic nature.
“Why don’t you go back to Paris?” he said, speaking very deliberately14 and looking out of the window. “Perhaps that affair has blown over by now.”
“What affair?” she asked sharply. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve friends in Paris,” said the chairman, “good, bright boys who go around a lot, and they know most of what’s going on in town.”
She looked at him, biting her lips thoughtfully.
“Reggie van Rhyn—that’s the trouble you heard about?”
Mr. Ellsberger nodded.
“I didn’t know what happened, and I’ll never believe in a thousand years that I stabbed him,” she said vigorously. “I’ve always been too much of a lady for that sort of thing—I was educated at a convent.”
Mr. Ellsberger yawned.
“Take that to Curtis, will you,” he said. “If he can get any free publicity for you, why, I’ll be glad. Now take my advice—stay on. I’ve put Sadie O’Grady way up amongst the well-known products of Movieland, and you’ll be a fool if you quit just when the public is getting interested in you. I’m in bad, but that doesn’t affect you, Sadie, and there ain’t a producer in England who wouldn’t jump at you and give you twice the salary I’m paying.”
She stood up, undecided. Ellsberger was growing weary of the interview. He made a great show of pulling out notepaper and rang the bell for his stenographer15.
“The publicity’s fine,” she admitted, “and I’ve felt good about the work. Why the letters that I’ve had from people asking for my autograph and pictures of my Honolulu estate”—she smiled a little frostily—“people in society, too. Why, a titled man who wrote to me from Bournemouth, Sir John Maxell——”
“Sir John Maxell!”
Mr. Ellsberger was interested, indeed, he was fascinated. He waved away his stenographer.
“Sit down, Sadie,” he said. “You’re sure it was Maxell? Sir John Maxell?”
She nodded.
“That’s him,” she said. “There’s class there.”
“And there’s money, too,” said the practical Ellsberger. “Why don’t you get in touch with him, Sadie? A fellow like that would think nothing of putting ten thousand into a picture if he was interested in a girl. If you happen to be the girl, Sadie, there’ll be a thousand pound contract for you right away.”
Her straight lips were a trifle hard.
“What you want is an angel, and the Judge is the best kind of angel you could wish for.”
“Has he got money?” she asked.
“Money!” said the hands of Ellsberger. “What a ridiculous question to ask!”
“Money!” he scoffed16. “Money to burn. Do you mean to say you’ve never heard of Sir John Maxell, never heard of the man who sent his best friend to gaol17 for twenty years? Why, it was the biggest sensation of the year!”
Sadie was not very interested in history, but momentarily, by virtue18 of the very warm and well punctuated19 letter which reposed20 in her bag, she was interested in Sir John.
“Is he married?” asked the girl naturally.
“He is not married,” said Ellsberger emphatically.
“Any children?”
“There are no children, but he has a niece—he’s got some legal responsibility as regards her; I remember seeing it in the newspapers, he’s her guardian21 or something.”
Mr. Ellsberger looked at the girl with a speculative22 eye.
“Have you his letter?”
She nodded and produced the epistle.
It was polite but warm. It had some reference to her “gracious talent,” to her “unexampled beauty” which had “brought pleasure to one who was no longer influenced by the commonplace,” and it finished up by expressing the hope that they two would meet in the early future, and that before leaving for Paris she would honour him by being his guest for a few days.
Ellsberger handed the letter back.
“Write him,” he said, “and, Sadie, consider yourself engaged for another week—write to him in my time. He’s fallen for all that Press stuff, and maybe, if he’s got that passionate23 admiration24 for your genius he’ll—say, you don’t want to stay in the picture business and finish by marrying that kind of trouble, do you?”
He pointed25 through the wide windows to a youth who was coming across from the studio to the office, swinging a cane26 vigorously.
“Observe the lavender socks and the wrist watch,” he chuckled27. “But don’t make any mistake about Timothy Anderson. He’s the toughest amateur at his weight in this or any other state and a good boy, but he’s the kind of fellow that women like you marry—get acquainted with the Judge.”
With only a preliminary knock, which he did not wait to hear answered, the young man had swung through the door, hat in hand.
“How do, Miss O’Grady?” he said. “I saw your picture—fine! Good acting28, but a perfectly29 rotten play. I suppose you wrote it, Ellsberger?”
“I wrote it,” admitted that gentleman gloomily.
“It bears the impression of your genius, old bird.”
Timothy Anderson shook his head reproachfully.
“It only wanted you as the leading man, and it would have been dead before we put the titles in,” said Ellsberger with a grin.
“I’m out of the movies for good,” said Timothy Anderson, sitting himself on a table. “It is a demoralising occupation—which reminds me.”
He slipped from the table, thrust his hand into his pocket, and producing a roll of notes:
“I owe you twenty-five pounds, Ellsberger,” he said. “Thank you very much. You saved me from ruin and starvation.”
He counted the money across, and Mr. Ellsberger was undoubtedly30 surprised and made no attempt to conceal31 the fact. So surprised was he that he could be jocose32.
“Fixed a big contract with Mary Pickford?” he asked.
“N-no,” said Timothy, “but I struck a roulette game—and took a chance.”
“Took a chance again, eh?” said Ellsberger. “One of these days you’ll take a chance and never get better of it.”
“Pooh!” said the other in derision. “Do you think that’s any new experience for me? Not on your life. I went into this game with just twelve pounds and my hotel bill three weeks in arrears33. I was down to my last half-crown, but I played it and came out with three hundred pounds.”
“Tony Smail,” and Mr. Ellsberger whistled.
“Why, that’s one of the toughest places in town,” he said. “It is a wonder you came away with the money—and your life.”
“I took a chance,” said the other carelessly, and swung his legs once more over the edge of the desk. “There was some slight trouble when I came out of Smail’s,” he shrugged his shoulders, “just a little horseplay.”
The girl had followed the conversation keenly. Any talk which circled about finance had the effect of concentrating her attention.
“Do you always take a chance?” she asked.
This woman did not appeal to him. Timothy possessed36 a seventh sense which he called his “Sorter,” and Miss Sadie O’Grady was already sorted into the heap of folks who, had life been a veritable voyage, would have been labelled “Not Wanted.”
He held out his hand to Ellsberger.
“I’m going by the next boat to New York,” he said, “then I’ll go to California. Maybe I’ll take in Kempton on my way, for a fellow I met at the hotel has a horse running which can catch pigeons. Good-bye, Miss O’Grady. I wish you every kind of luck.”
She watched him disappear, sensing his antagonism37 and responding thereto. If he could judge women by intuition, she judged him by reason, and she knew that here was a man whose mental attitude was one of dormant38 hostility39.
It would be unfair to her to say that it was because she recognised the clean mind and the healthy outlook and the high principles of this young man that she disliked him. She was not wholly bad, because she had been the victim of circumstances and had lately lived a two-thousand pound life on a one-hundred pound capacity. She looked after him, biting her lips as though she were solving a great problem.
Presently she turned to Ellsberger.
“I’ll write to Sir John,” she said.
By a curious coincidence Timothy Anderson had the idea of approaching Sir John Maxell also, though nearly a year passed before he carried his idea into execution.
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publicity
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