She said nothing. She simply passed on and into the room, traveling bag in hand, and closed and locked the door between us.
We believe now that her flight was not unexpected, and that her door and windows had been under surveillance. Certainly she was met at the station by Mr. Stein and his attorney and was forced to turn back, under threat of such legal penalties as we know not of. Certainly, too, she had closed that avenue of escape to further attempts, and knew it.
But from Tish herself we have until now had no confidences.
Some slight revenge she had, we know, the following day. As this portion of the picture has received very good notices, it may interest the reader to know under what circumstances it was taken.
I have mentioned the scene in the studio where the smugglers were banqueting, and Tish, followed by revenue officers, was to appear and, after a shot or two, force them to subjection. Aggie and I had been permitted to watch this, the crowning scene of the picture, and stood behind the camera. The musicians were playing For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow, and the rum runners were drinking cold tea in champagne glasses and getting very drunk over it, when Tish entered.
Aggie took one look at her and clutched my arm.
“I don’t like her expression, Lizzie,” she whispered. “She——”
At that moment Tish fired, and the bandit who’d been standing gave a loud bellow. She had shot his wine glass out of his hand.
“Stop the camera!” the chief smuggler called in a loud voice. “She’s crazy! She’s got that gun loaded!”
The director, however, seemed delighted, and called to the camera men to keep on grinding.