Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-07-30
Whose was it?" stammered Went

worth.
 Whose was it? Don't put up that bluff on me-" cried the actress scorn- fully. Tt was Merry's, of course. You recognized it in second. It was the last speech l made in the second act | as it used to be-before you, the author, changed it.
 Well" cried Enoch fiercely The woman paused and turned to him with an amused smile.
 T had forgotten about George Volk. He never showed up. He does not count anyway found the whole play in that closet"
 ] Then what did you do?" Enoch's face was full of hatred and defiance | His eyes famed with the tumult of an animal at bay.
 "There was only one thing to do" Zilla Paget lay back in the chair and | smoothed the chinchilla of her muff I caressingly. "Of course l brought it 1 away with me, every scrap of it. You would not have let such valuable i asset into the hands of dustman would you? There are only two pages missing. Do you care to see it?" Damn you, no! I have no wish to see it, ,snarled Wentworth.
 Any fool can tell at glance it is a first draft. Merry must have written like mad. There is hardly change in it,. Except for my own role. every line stands almost as it was written"
 Enoch suddenly leaned forward in his chair You think you've got the strangle hold on me?"
 Miss Paget laughed triumphantly The strangle hold! You Americans have such jolly strong words! That's | great-the strangle hold"
 She rose and folded the pages of cianuscript, put them in her bag, then she drew on her coat and hung it ou the chair behind her. She lifted a gold case from the pocket, picked cut a cigarette, and scratching 9 match lit 1t, blowing delicate ring of smoke across the room. It fitted into Went worth's face.
 "I always knew" she bent over to drop a fleck of ashes on a tray be. side her. "or rather have guessed for long time, that you did not write The House of Esterbrook.' | What gave you that impression?" 1 "For one thing, everybody tells how you and Merry were friends once Castor and Pollux sort of guys. don't you know. You hate each other now. An owl could see that with its eyes shut"
 l If you ever left the stage you could make big money in the detective busi- ness Enoch laughed harshly. Perhaps" she acceded. Then have rehearsed too many plays not to know the author when l bump into him. knew months ago that Merry wrote The House. but I could not prove it. You haven't got it in you to do that sort of work Thank you.' Enoch laughed un- steadily.
 Here's the whole situation. If Miss Wentworth and you do not fancy hav- ing me here as a--guest, no better VOA0 tA1A tA0t OCSoAo " AAAS AO" ! Grant Oswald might be interested; at least he might insist on paying the royalties to the--author Or could get fancy price for the story from a New York paper. I am told they pay tremendously on this side for rip- ping sensation. This would make one. don't you say so yourself?"
 My God.. Enoch stared at her with desperate eyes. ' Miss ,Paget rose. unpinned her hat and tossed 1t upon the table. She stood surveying Wentworth with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. Then she crossed the room and leaned out at the window. "Hi. there. Cabby," she called. wake up. Bring in the rest of that luggage" =.