udience sat in utter silence, wondering what could be the
reason for this sudden apparition. Beneath the death's head appeared in
huge letters the words:

"We know the woman."

The thing had come as a complete surprise. The tension throughout the
house was electric. Duvall saw his wife rise from her seat on the aisle,
a few rows away, and come quickly to the rear of the house. She, at
least, realized that a moment of importance had arrived.

And then, without warning, the stillness of the theater was broken by a
sudden cry, and a woman, sitting some three rows from where Duvall
stood, but on the opposite side of the aisle from the seats indicated by
Mr. Baker, rose to her feet, turned, and fell heavily against the back
of the seat ahead of her. At almost the same moment the lights were
switched on, and a voice was heard calling. "Is there a doctor in the
house?"

It was Mr. Baker, and Duvall, who stood beside him, sprang forward at
once.

"I am a doctor," he cried, and approached the place where the woman sat.

"Can I be of any assistance?" Grace asked. "I am a trained nurse."

"Yes," replied Duvall, quickly. "Get this woman to the ladies' dressing
room at once."

Grace sprang forward. There was a bustle among the audience, a sudden
rising, a craning of necks. Everyone seemed to be looking for the person
who had uttered the sudden cry. Before anyone fully realized what had
happened, Grace had reached the fainting woman's side, and supporting
her with an arm about her waist, was leading her toward the rear of the
house.

Almost at once the theater became dark, and the second part of the
picture was flashed upon the screen. The lovely face of Ruth Morton once
more greeted the eyes of the audience. The interruption had occupied
less than a minute.

Duvall, standing at the entrance to the aisle, watched Grace come
quickly toward him, supporting the fainting woman. The latter seemed
completely overcome, and Grace was obliged almost to carry her.

"Keep her there, in the dressing room, until I return," he said in a
quick whisper. Then with a nod to Mr. Baker, who stood close by, he went
toward the street. A taxicab drew up, awaiting a fare. Duvall signaled
to it.

"Wait for me here," he said to the driver. "I will be back in a moment."
Then he re-entered the theater.

Grace meanwhile had conducted the woman to the ladies' dressing room,
and placed her upon a couch.

She was a frail, in