At it again
At it again is an American silent movie, produced by Keystone, released on 4 november 1912 (in USA), Black & White.
Survival status: unknown.
Cast
- Jidxxx : xxx
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At It Again
By Lulu Montanye
Not the least bit put out by the sudden termination of his dazzling, but, on the whole, unsuccessful career in New York, Myred Face, gentleman detective, crossed the Continent to Los Angeles, and opened offices there for the detection of crime and of baffling mysteries in those intricate cases that were so often woodenly handled by the police. As he had settled deep in his ulster in the Pullman, he had realized, with delight, that his inseparable side-partner and fellow sleuth, Sack Mennet, was not his traveling companion. The fact is that he had deliberately shook him.
They had worked out together their first famous cases, braving the perils of high society and the underworld, but then, suddenly, had come reverses. They had bungled some highly important cases, and, henceforth, Face, the more daring of the two, had decided to start a clean slate, alone.
He had barely established himself in his new quarters, when a tall, thin man, dressed as a steam-fitter's helper, presented himself, and started belaboring his office radiator with a hammer. It was in August, and melting hot, with the windows thrown open, and Face stood the mechanic's pother as well as he could.
Presently he got up softly, crossed over back of his peace-disturber, and looked fixedly at the kneeling man's shoes. They were of a stylish last, but caked with mud on the soles.
"Ah!" said Face, in an even tone, "it is Sack Mennet, and no other."
The noise on the radiator ceased, and the tall mechanic turned a sheepish, injured face toward the speaker.
"Yes," he admitted, slowly, "it's me — but how did you spot me, Myred?"
"It was the acme of simplicity, bonehead," answered Face. "The noise at the radiator apprised me that some one was in the office, the inappropriateness of a steam-fitter in August warned me of a disguise, and I had only to notice the caked mud on your soles to complete the discovery."
"I had first thought of appearing as an iceman," began Mennet, somewhat sadly, "but that role has been done to death.
"Tell me, Myred," he burst out eagerly, "what the mud on my soles——"
"Nothing more simple. That particular kind of mud is found in quantity only around the excavation of the New York subway. As soon as I recognized it——"
"But I've brushed my shoes repeatedly since then," protested Mennet.
"It makes no difference," said Face. "Why argue ? With your lack of theory and imagination, you will never make a great detective."
