Then immediately afterward came the photograph of a beautiful girl, and underneath in great letters:
Five Thousand Dollars' Reward for Accurate
Information as to the Present Whereabouts
of Elizabeth Stanhope
There followed further particulars and an address and the showing stayed on the screen for a full minute.
Jane sat gripping the arms of the seat and trying to still the wild excitement that possessed her, while her eyes looked straight into the eyes of the little bride whom she had helped to escape on the night of her wedding.
Jimmie took out his pencil and wrote down the address in shorthand, but Jane did not notice. She was busy thinking what she ought to do.
"What do you s'pose they want her for?" she asked in a breathless whisper, as a new feature film began to dawn on the screen.
"Oh, she's mebbe eloped," said the wise young man, "or there might be some trouble about property. There mostly is."
Jane said no more, and the pictures began again, but her mind was not following them. She was very quiet on the way home, and when Jimmie asked her if she had a grouch on she shivered and said, no, she guessed she was tired. Then she suddenly asked him what time he was going out to hunt for another job. He told her he couldn't be sure. He would call her up about noon and let her know. Could she manage to get out a while and meet him? She wasn't sure either, but would see when he called her up. And so they parted for the night.
The next morning when Reyburn entered his office Jimmie was already seated at his typewriter. On Reyburn's desk lay a neatly typed copy of the announcement that had been put on the screen the night before.
"What's this, Ryan?" he questioned as he took his seat and drew the paper toward him.