He contrived a close-up of Gashwiler hearing it, of Mrs.Gashwiler hearing it, of Metta Judson hearing it.
They would all be incredulous until a certain picture was shown at the Bijou Palace, a gripping drama of mother-love, of a clean-limbed young American type wrongfully accused of a crime and taking the burden of it upon his own shoulders for the sake of the girl he had come to love; of the tense play of elemental forces in the great West, the regeneration of a shallow society girl when brought to adversity by the ruin of her old father; of the lovers reunited in that West they both loved.
And somehow--this was still a puzzle--the very effective weaving in and out of the drama of the world's most popular screen idol, played so expertly by Clifford Armytage who looked enough like him to be his twin brother.
Fresh from joyous moments in the projection room, the Montague girl gazed at Baird across the latter's desk, Baird spoke.
"Sis, he's a wonder." "Jeff, you're a wonder.

How'd you ever keep him from getting wise ?" Baird shrugged.

"Easy! We caught him fresh." "How'd you ever win him to do all those falls on the trick spurs, and get the close-ups of them?
Didn't he know you were shooting ?" "Oh!" Baird shrugged again.

"A little talk made that all jake.

But what bothers me--how's he going to act when he's seen the picture ?" The girl became grave.