merton of the movies-第72章
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Then followed a scene he had not been allowed to witness。 There swung Marcel； the detective； played too emphatically by the cross… eyed man。 An antler point suspended him by the seat of his trousers。 He hung limply a moment； then took from his pocket a saw with which he reached up to contrive his release。 He sawed through the antler and fell。 He tried to stand erect； but appeared to find this impossible。 A subtitle announced： 〃He had put a permanent wave in Marcel。〃
This base fooling was continuously blown upon by gales of stupid laughter。 But not yet did Merton Gill know the worst。 The merriment persisted through his most affecting bit； the farewell to his old pal outsidehow could they have laughed at a simple bit of pathos like that？ But the watching detective was seen to weep bitterly。
〃Look a' him doin' Buck Benson；〃 urged the hoarse neighbour gleefully。 〃You got to hand it to that kidsay； who is he； anyway？〃
Followed the thrilling leap from a second…story window to the back of the waiting pal。 The leap began thrillingly； but not only was it shown that the escaping man had donned a coat and a false mustache in the course of his fall； but at its end he was revealed slowly； very slowly； clambering into the saddle！
They had used here； he saw； one of those slow cameras that seem to suspend all action interminably； a cruel device in this instance。 And for his actual escape； when he had ridden the horse beyond camera range at a safe walk； they had used another camera that gave the effect of intense speed。 The old horse had walked； but with an air of swiftness that caused the audience intense delight。
Entered Marcel； the detective； in another scene Merton had not watched。 He emerged from the dance…hall to confront a horse that remained； an aged counterpart of the horse Merton had ridden off。 Marcel stared intently into the beast's face； whereupon it reared and plunged as if terrified by the spectacle of the cross…eyed man。
Merton recalled the horse in the village that had seemed to act so intelligently。 Probably a shot…gun had stimulated the present scene。 The detective thereupon turned aside； hastily donned his false mustache and Sherlock Holmes cap； and the deceived horse now permitted him to mount。 He； too； walked off to the necromancy of a lens that multiplied his pace a thousandfold。 And the audience rocked in its seats。
One horse still remained before the dance…hall。 The old mother emerged。 With one anguished look after the detective； she gathered up her disreputable skirts and left the platform in a flying leap to land in the saddle。 There was no trickery about the speed at which her horse； belaboured with the mop…pail； galloped in pursuit of the others。 A subtitle recited〃She has watched her dear ones leave the old nest flat。 Now she must go out over the hills and mop the other side of them！〃
Now came the sensational capture by lasso of the detective。 But the captor had not known that； as he dragged his quarry at the rope's end； the latter had somehow possessed himself of a sign which he later walked in with； a sign reading； 〃Join the Good Roads Movement！〃 nor that the faithful old mother had ridden up to deposit her inverted mop…pail over his head。
Merton Gill had twice started to leave。 He wanted to leave。 But each time he found himself chained there by the evil fascination of this monstrous parody。 He remained to learn that the Montague girl had come out to the great open spaces to lead a band of train…robbers from the 〃Q。T。 ranche。〃
He saw her ride beside a train and cast her lasso over the stack of the locomotive。 He saw her pony settle back on its haunches while the rope grew taut and the train was forced to a halt。 He saw the passengers lined up by the wayside and forced to part with their valuables。 Later； when the band returned to the ranche with their booty； he saw the dissolute brother； after the treasure was divided； winning it back to the family coffers with his dice。 He saw the stricken father playing golf on his bicycle in grotesque imitation of a polo player。
And still； so incredible the revealment； he had not in the first shock of it seemed to consider Baird in any way to blame。 Baird had somehow been deceived by his actors。 Yet a startling suspicion was forming amid his mental flurries； a suspicion that bloomed to certainty when he saw himself the ever…patient victim of the genuine hidalgo spurs。
Baird had said he wanted the close…ups merely for use in determining how the spurs could be mastered； yet here they were。 Merton Gill caught the spurs in undergrowth and caught them in his own chaps； arising from each fall with a look of gentle determination that appealed strongly to the throng of lackwits。 They shrieked at each of his failures； even when he ran to greet his pictured sweetheart and fell headlong。 They found the comedy almost unbearable when at Baird's direction he had begun to toe in as he walked。 And he had fallen clumsily again when he flew to that last glad rendezvous where the pair were irised out in a love triumphant； while the old mother mopped a large rock in the background。 An intervening close… up of this rock revealed her tearful face as she cleansed the granite surface。 Above her loomed a painted exhortation to 〃Use Wizard Spine Pills。〃 And of this pathetic old creature he was made to say； even as he clasped the beloved in his arms〃Remember； she is my mother。 I will not desert her now just because I am rich and grand！〃
At last he was free。 Amid applause that was long and sincere he gained his feet and pushed a way out。 His hoarse neighbour was saying； 〃Who is the kid； anyway？ Ain't he a wonder！〃
He pulled his hat down； dreading he might be recognized and shamed before these shallow fools。 He froze with the horror of what he had been unable to look away from。 The ignominy of it！ And now； after those spurs； he knew full well that Baird had betrayed him。 As the words shaped in his mind； a monstrous echo of them reverberated through its cavernsthe Montague girl had betrayed him！
He understood her now； and burned with memories of her uneasiness the night before。 She had been suffering acutely from remorse； she had sought to cover it with pleas of physical illness。 At the moment he was conscious of no feeling toward her save wonder that she could so coolly have played him false。 But the thing was not to be questioned。 Sheand Bairdhad made a fool of him。
As he left the theatre； the crowd about him commented approvingly on the picture： 〃Who's this new comedian？〃 he heard a voice inquire。 But 〃Ain't he a wonder！〃 seemed to be the sole reply。
He flushed darkly。 So they thought him a comedian。 Well； Baird wouldn't think sonot after to…morrow。 He paused outside the theatre now to study the lithograph in colours。 There he hurled Marcel to the antlers of the elk。 The announcement was 〃Hearts on Fire！ A Jeff Baird Comedy。 Five Reels…500 Laughs。〃
Baird； he sneeringly reflected； had kept faith with his patrons if not with one of his actors。 But how he had profaned the sunlit glories of the great open West and its virile drama！ And the spurs； as he had promised the unsuspecting wearer； had stood out！ The horror of it； blinding； desolating！
And he had as good as stolen that money himself； taking it out to the great open spaces to spend in a bar…room。 Baird's serious effort had turned out to be a wild； inconsequent farrago of the most painful nonsense。
But it was over for Merton Gill。 The golden bowl was broken； the silver cord was loosed。 To…morrow he would tear up Baird's contract and hurl the pieces in Baird's face。 As to the Montague girl； that deceiving jade was hopeless。 Never again could he trust her。
In a whirling daze of resentment he boarded a car for the journey home。 A group seated near him still laughed about Hearts on Fire。 〃I thought he'd kill me with those spurs；〃 declared an otherwise sanely behaving young woman〃that hurt； embarrassed look on his face every time he'd get up！〃
He cowered in his seat。 And he remembered another ordeal he must probably face when he reached home。 He hoped the Pattersons would be in bed； and walked up and down before the gate when he saw the house still alight。 But the light stayed； and at last he ner
