The beauteous girl, in an alarming gown, was at the mercy of a fiend in evening dress whose hellish purpose was all too plainly read in his fevered eyes.

The girl writhed in his grasp.

Doubtless he was demanding her hand in marriage.
It was a tense bit.

And to-morrow he would act with this petted idol of the screen.

And under the direction of that Mr.Henshaw who seemed to take screen art with proper seriousness.