and Mr. Pertell took his entire company there, to
make a series of farm dramas.

A curious mystery developed at once, and did not end until the discovery
of a certain secret room, in which was concealed a treasure that was of
the utmost benefit to the Apgar family.

"The Moving Picture Girls Snowbound; Or, The Proof on the Film," was the
third book. To get a series of dramas in which snow and ice effects
would form the background, Mr. Pertell took his company of players to
the backwoods of New England. There they had rather more snow than they
expected, and were caught in a blizzard.

Also Ruth and Alice made a curious discovery concerning a dishonest man,
and not only frustrated his plans to swindle a certain company, but
also were able to save their father from paying a debt the second time.
In addition they took part in many important plays.

From the cold bleakness of New England to the balmy air of Florida was a
change that Ruth and Alice experienced later, for on their return to New
York from the backwoods the members of the company were sent to the
peninsular state.

In "The Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms; Or, Lost in the Wilds of
Florida," is related what happened when the company went South.

Exciting incidents occurred from the first, when the ship caught fire,
and, even as it burned, Russ "filmed" it.

But the company reached St. Augustine safely, and then came busy times,
making various moving picture dramas.

How the two sisters learned of the plight of the two girls whom they
knew slightly, and how after getting lost themselves on one of the
sluggish rivers of interior Florida, Ruth and Alice were able to render
a great service to the Madison girls--this you may read in the fourth
volume.

The company had come back to New York in the spring, and now nearly all
the members were assembled at the studio, when the incident narrated in
the first chapter took place.

"Here it is!" cried Mr. Pertell, as, slipping his hand into the pocket
of the accused actor, he brought forth a crumpled paper.

"And wasn't he making notes, just as I said, of our new big play?"
demanded Walsh.

"That's what he was!" exclaimed the manager as he quickly scanned the
crumpled document. "He didn't have time to make many notes, though."

"No, I was too quick for him!" declared the tester.

Harry Wilson had no more to say. His bravado deserted him and he was now
in abject fear.

"What have you to say for yourself