"Why, Nan! What is the matter?" her father demanded.
"Oh! come up and see Jennie! _Do_ come up and see Jennie!" urged Nan.
"What is the matter with her? Is she worse?"
"Oh, no! Oh, no!" cried the excited girl. "But she has got such a
wonderful thing to tell you, Papa Sherwood!"
"To tell me?" asked her father wonderingly.
"Yes! Come!" Nan seized his hand and pulled him into the alley. On the
way she explained a little of the mystery.
"Dear me! it's the most wonderful thing, Papa Sherwood. You know, I told
you Jennie was working for a moving picture company that was making a
film at Tillbury. She had a boy's part; she looks just like a boy with a
cap on, for her hair is short.
"Well! Now listen! They took those pictures the day before, and the very
day that you came back from Chicago to Tillbury and that awful Mr. Bulson
lost his money and watch."
"What's that?" demanded Mr. Sherwood, suddenly evincing all the interest
Nan expected him to in the tale.
As they mounted the stairs Nan retailed how the company had gone to the
railroad yards early in the morning, obtaining permission from the
yardmaster to film a scene outside the sleeping car standing there on a
siding, including the entrance of Jennie as the burglars' helper through
the narrow ventilator.
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