Orders for the day's work were issued, and Paul, Ruth, Alice and Mr. Bunn found that they had to go to the Grand Central Terminal where, once before, some film pictures had been made. "There is quite a complicated plot to this play," explained Mr. Pertell, in issuing his instructions. "Mr. Bunn has some valuable papers, and Paul, as the villain, takes them from his pocket in the station. That starts the action." Fully instructed what to do, the moving picture girls, with Paul and Russ, went up to Forty-second street. As the use of the train platforms was not required in this act of the play nothing was said to the station authorities, but Mr. Bunn, with Alice and Ruth, mingled with the crowds, as though they were ordinary travelers. The operator began taking the necessary pictures, and then came Paul's "cue" to abstract the papers. He had done it successfully from Mr. Bunn's pocket, seemingly without the knowledge of the actor, and Paul was going on with the rest of the "business," when a policeman stepped up and clapping his hand on Paul's shoulder exclaimed: "I want you, young man! I saw you take those papers. You're under arrest!" "But--but it's for the movies!" cried Paul, not wishing the scene spoiled. "Tell that to the taxicab man! I've heard that yarn before! You come with me. And you too," he added to Mr. Bunn. "I want you for a witness. You've been robbed!" CHAPTER VI THE AUTO SMASH "The scene will be spoiled!" exclaimed Alice, as she saw a crowd surge up when the officer grasped Paul. "Too bad!" declared Ruth. "Keep away--get back, please!" cried Russ, as he saw his camera screened by the throng. "You come along with me!" the officer kept insisting to Paul, dragging him along toward the doors of the station. "Hi, Jim!" he called to a man in plain clothes, evidently a detective. "Grab the other fellow; will you? I've got the pickpocket!" and he nodded to Mr. Bunn, who could not seem to understand that from a simulated robbery it had turned out to be a "real" one. "I tell you we're moving picture actors!" Paul cried. "There has been no theft!" "And you expect me to believe that!" sneered the policeman. "You can't get away with that story." "Well, there's the man who is taking the pictures!" Paul went on, pointing to Russ, who, with a look of chagrin on his face, stood idle beside the camera. He did not want to take a film with this scene in it, for the whole plot of the story would have to be changed to make the policeman fit in. "Yes, I see him," agreed the officer, nodding at Russ, "and I guess he's in the game with you. I'll take him into custody, too." "Yes, and you'll get yourself into a whole lot of trouble!" said Paul, vigorously. "You're making a mistake!" "I'll take that chance," observed the officer, with evident disbelief.