“Pretty good, isn’t it?” said Gorman. “Tim, turn on that running girl. I want Sir James to see how you get the effect of her going further and further away.”
The running girl was the best thing accomplished by the old cinematograph. I never witness her race without a certain feeling of breathlessness. But Tim’s girl ran far better. She was amazingly real. When she had finished her course, Gorman struck a match and lit the candles again.
“That’ll do, Tim,” he said. “We’ve seen enough.”
“I’d like to show you the horses,” said Tim. “I think the horses galloping are the best thing I’ve got.”
“We’ll take your word for the horses,” said Gorman. “Shut off that light of yours and stop the whizzing noise. I want to talk.” He turned to me. “Well?”
“It’s marvellous,” I said.
“There’s money in it,” said Gorman. “Piles and piles of money. The only question is, Who’s to get it?”
“Tim,” I said, “is the one who deserves it.”
“Tim will get his share whatever happens. The real question is, How are we to prevent Ascher grabbing all the rest?”
Tim had finished quieting his machine and came over to us.