"I'm sure of it," agreed Mr. Pertell, heartily.
The players had scarcely removed the dust of travel, and freshened themselves, before the mellow notes of a gong sounded through the air, and at the same time a strident voice cried;
"Glub leady! Glub leady!"
"What in the world is that?" asked Alice.
"That's the Chinese cook, Ling Foo, announcing that grub, or supper, is ready," replied Mr. Norton, with a laugh. "This way to the dining room."
As the company, the members of which were to eat by themselves, filed out, Russ, who was walking beside Mr. Pertell, saw a familiar looking box on a bench.
"Look!" he exclaimed to the manager.
"A moving picture camera!" was the surprised comment. "Is that one of yours left out by mistake?"
"No, mine are in the room with the other props."
"But that's a camera, sure enough, though the lens has been taken off. I wonder how that got here," and he looked anxiously at the young operator.