"Someone else hurt with a needle, I wonder?" queried Paul, as he stood near Alice's machine.
"I hope not," she answered.
And then the whole room was thrown into panic as the cry broke out:
"Fire! Fire! The building is on fire!"
Shrill screams drowned out the rest of the alarm, but as Ruth, Alice and the others of the moving picture company looked around they saw a cloud of smoke at the rear of the big room.
CHAPTER V
A MIX-UP
"Stand still! Don't rush! Form in line!"
Sharp and crisp came the words of the forewoman. The screaming of the girls ceased almost instantly.