The Cave of Ali Baba

0:00 our monotony, and the masked dancers glided and turned, and their movements were sharper,

0:05 more staccato. The girl in red was claimed by a tall mask and evening dress. A hand laid

0:12 on Mr. Rogers' arm made him start. A small, plump woman in a green jumper slipped a cold

0:20 hand in near his. The dance went on. When it stopped, everyone stood detached, stiffened

0:35 in expectation. The endless interval was over. Number one raised his voice. Ladies and gentlemen,

0:43 you will no doubt wish to be relieved of the questions on your mind. I will name the persons

0:48 involved. Number 37. No, no. Silence. Silence. Silence. You have failed in discretion. You

0:58 will be dealt with. If you have anything to say in defense of your folly, I'll hear it

1:02 later. Sit down. Number 37 sank down upon a chair. He pushed his handkerchief under

1:07 the mask to wipe his face. Two tall men closed in upon him. The rest fell back. Ladies and

1:14 gentlemen, I will now name the traitor. Stand forward. Number 21. Take off your mask. Number

1:26 37. This man was introduced to our society by you under the name of Joseph Rogers, formerly

1:32 second footman in the service of the Duke of Denver. Dismissed for petty thievery. Did

1:36 you take steps to verify the statement? I did. I did as God's my witness. It was all straight.

1:41 I had him identified by two of the servants. I asked all over about him. The story was through

1:46 once when it was number 21.