Soon the Aegis was in place where the aviator wanted it. Dave listened with interest to the talk of the motion picture man. He soon understood that they were to take a series of pictures bringing in something of a story.
“We will work in all our interiors at our city studio,” explained the manager. “What we want to do here first, is to picture out—here it is,” and the speaker read over his scenario—“‘scene in prison yard. Convict at the rock pile.’”
“That’s me,” announced the man who had acted the hunter’s part the day before.
“Get in trim, then,” ordered the manager.
The actor went behind one of the automobiles where there was a large wardrobe trunk. In a minute or two he reappeared arrayed as the typical convict.
The camera man had produced from his properties various needed articles. When the convict was posed, he sat with a hammer in his hand breaking stones on a rock heap.
“Miss Mowbeay,” spoke the manager. “‘Veiled lady in black.’”
“All ready.”
“‘Visit of the Convict’s Wife.’”
Wher—rr—r! went the camera, and the actress advanced to where the convict was at work. A prison guard kept near her. At the end of the interview the wife secretly dropped a folded note on the stone heap.