(Insert) “God teach me that nothing is wasted. God grant that nothing is wasted.”
As he turns away, with last offices performed, is halted and questioned by reporter who first published news of Dolores’ death. John at first refuses to answer. Shows deep thought, then inspiration.
(Insert) “You may say that I am sailing for Europe in the trans-Atlantic blimp. Yes, with Mrs. Cabot.”
Reporter stands astonished. Stares.
(On Screen)
That John Cabot deserves his reputation for shrewdness is the news-hound’s thought. So that is his latest scheme for protecting the name of the Trent girl—to stop the possible reopening of his wife’s suit by flying abroad with her, Whether she wants him or not!
(Cut Back) Turtle appears. Protrudes head. Sees appealing hands. Withdraws head. Turns. Scuddles away.
THE END
(Passed by Board of Censure)
HELL FILMS
CHAPTER XXIII
For minutes after the lights had flashed over The Devil’s Own, the two in the royal box sat gazing at the flat silver surface so recently deep with the shadows and high-lights of life as lived on Earth. Neither noticed that the dead sea of faces below was enlivened by recognition of the King’s favorite before it ebbed away beneath the balcony. Neither heard the swish of whispers that passed from wave to wave—gossip retailed from court, vilified innuendo, speculation over the Belialic intent in entertaining the lately arrived star of the piece with her death’s aftermath.