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The Woman in the Suitcase  (1920) 
by Fred Niblo
Mary's father James Moreland returns from a business trip to Philadelphia and while searching his suitcase for a promised present, she finds the autographed picture of Dolly Wright. Mary does not inform her mother of this fact, but instead decides to save her father from this wicked woman. She advertises for an escort to take about town in a search of the Wright woman.
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Mary Moreland
James Moreland
Dolly Wright
Billy Fiske
Ella Moreland
"Doc" Harrison

William Conklin
Dorcas Matthews
Roland Lee
Clara McDowell
Donald MacDonald

The home of James B. Moreland, on West End Avenue, New York City.

Mary Moreland, just graduated from a very dignified school for young ladies.

Her father, whom she idolizes as the finest man in the world.

Her mother.

An unusually strong bond of affection.

The law offices of Moreland & Ames, in the Wall street district.

James Moreland, just back from a business trip to Philadelphia.

"Oh, I do hope Dad gets home in time for my party tonight."

"You won't be home until dinner! Then I'm coming down. I haven't seen you for a whole week!"

As fast as her car could bring her.

"And so you are a full-fledged graduate! I suppose you think you are entitled to a present."

"Did you bring me one?"

"I've decided to keep it until your birthday—It's only six months away."

Impatient to see her present.

With all the love in the world

"I've changed my mind. I might as well give you that present now."

"Turn your back until I say: 'ready.'"

Her graduation party.

"I wonder what can be keeping Ethel?"

"Why don't you phone her?"

"This is Mr. Moreland speaking."

"Hello, dear, this is Dolly."

"What are you doing in New York?"

"I'm sick of Philadelphia, and anyway, I want to be near you."

The woman in the suitcase.

"It was very unwise of you to call me at my home."

"Can't we have dinner together somewhere tomorrow?"

"All right—I'll call you up in the afternoon."

The late comer.

"Our car broke down—as usual."

After the last goodnight.

With one thought uppermost in her aching brain——that to fight "Dolly" she must first know who "Dolly" is.

The helplessness of a girl unable to frequent the Bright Light District "alone," and afraid to pick an escort from among her friends.

The Want Ad Department of the Morning News.


"Will you please take this Ad for tomorrow's paper?"

"Here's a funny one."

Billy Fiske, the son of the owner of the paper—A youth whose craving for adventure makes him envy Sinbad the Sailor.

Nice young man who knows the city to act as escort to young woman who is a stranger. Applicants please phone Miss Amelia Black, Hotel Grand Carlton, between two and three o'clock this afternoon.

"Gee! At last somebody's come to life! I'm going to answer this!"

"And probably find some chorus girl looking for an easy-mark."

The following afternoon. Just one minute after two.

"This is Mr. W. H. Fiske. I read your Ad and I'd like to apply for the position."

Discovering an "honest ring" in his voice.

"I will take you. Meet me in the west corridor of this hotel at eight-thirty tonight."

"I will wear a dark evening wrap—trimmed with fur—and I won't wear a hat."

Eight-thirty and the West Corridor.

"Pardon me, but are you Miss Black?"

Giving the Gods of Adventure credit for being a fine body of men.

"Where would you like to go first?"

"Would you mind waiting a moment while I think?"

"We'll start here. Let's go up to the roof."

"It's too dull here. Let's go."

"Hello, Dolly! When did you get back?"

Too interested in his pretty "boss" to notice anything else.

"Have tea with me here tomorrow—about one o'clock."

Firm in the belief that to save her mother's happiness she must meet the woman who threatens it.

"Meet me in the tea room here tomorrow at one o'clock."

"Please remember you are working for me."

"What address?"


Unable to escape the fact that to trail her would be playing the game unfairly.

"Did you enjoy the musicale, dear?"

"I'm afraid you are working too hard, dear."

Only prevented from hating him by one thought—"That woman must have him in her power."

The Grand Carlton tea-room, a playground for fashion and folly.

"Do you know her?"

"Y-yes; most everybody does—or did."

"Who is she?"

"She was in the Follies a couple of seasons ago—I met her in a—business way."

"I want to meet her."

"I didn't engage you to advise me, but to obey me."

"May I present Miss Black? She used to admire your dancing and is crazy to meet you."

Frightened by the hardness of the other woman, and realizing that the task before her is no easy one—

—Also, that her only hope of victory is to win Dolly's friendship.

"Let's all go to a matinee!"

"Sorry, but I've got another date."

"If you get a chance, tell Miss Wright I'm a high-stepper."

After much patient stalking of "The Tigress"—

—at Dolly's flat, in a "secluded" apartment house, where it is written into the lease: "Mind your own business."


Already a guest at several of Dolly's jolly cafe parties, of which her father is blissfully ignorant.

Her "Good Man Friday"—utterly disapproving but still loyal.

A grateful admiration for him, which under happier circumstances would be classified as Love.

Conscious she is making little real progress and determined on a bolder move.

"I'm getting sick of just cafes. I'd like to meet some nice man."

"You're right, kid. Billy's all right and he's rich as mud, but he's a goody-goody."

"Certainly rich. His father owns the Morning News. Didn't you know that?"

"Run around the block for a half hour. Amelia and I want to talk."

For the twentieth time on the point of "quitting cold" but never quite reaching that point.

"I guess I can trust you to keep your mouth shut."

"Well, I have a very rich friend—Of course, it's not my fault that he's married."

"His name doesn't matter, but he's coming here tonight—and—"

"I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll invite another friend for you, and we'll have a little party for four."

"That will be fine, if your m-married friend wouldn't object to my being here."

"He's not keen on meeting other people, at that."

"But this is different. I'll get him on the phone and ask him."

"You know I don't like that sort of thing."

"But dearie, it's perfectly safe. She's just my little pal from out of town."

"My other friend, Doc. Harrison, is some live wire. You'll be crazy about him."

"Come early so you and Doc. can get acquainted before the Boss arrives."

"Well, I'll see you again next week."

"Why didn't you tell me who you were?"

"I did, I gave you my real name."

"Of course, I can't afford to employ you any more, but I'd like to ask a favor of you."

"Meet me outside of this apartment house at eight o'clock tonight."

"Will you or won't you?"

"Oh, damn it, yes!"

Eight o'clock.

"I'm going in to see Dolly but you mustn't come in unless I call you."

"You are to wait in the hall alcove-window where no one will see you."

"Unless I call you, wait until a tall middle aged man arrives, and then go right straight home."

Unable to explain that she wants his protection until her father arrives.

"Of course, you don't have to do it."

Doc. Harrison, with several degrees in the school of dissipation.

"Put a good kick in it, please."

With a vague idea that the place has been raided.

The fighting chance.

"That's just Doc. Harrison and my little pal. Let 'em alone."

A laugh startlingly familiar.

"Tell them to come out of there."

"Hello, dad, I thought maybe you'd come."

"Where is he?"

"Oh, Doc. Harrison? He just left."

"He was awfully interesting, just as you said he'd be."

"You! You lured her here!"

"Lured!—She forced herself on me!"

"My own daughter!"

"Yes! Didn't you know?"

"You shameless girl! What would your mother think?"

"Why, I thought would be all right. You come here. You like Dolly."

"But you do! The first time I saw her picture in your suitcase I knew you must like her!"

"She did it on purpose to show us up! The dirty little sneak!"

"How sad! Both papa and little sweetie in bad!"

"Don't you dare get fresh with her!"

"I am her father."

"She didn't do anything! She had me waiting out here all the time."

"I know everything is all right, Mr. Black."

"I am not Mr. Black, and I need no one to defend my daughter to me."

"Do you know who that was?"

"That was James Moreland, and I'm going to show him up."

"You're not going to show any one up. You are going to go away."

"Take my advice and travel while the nice weather holds out."

Knowing beyond all doubt that the great victory has been won.

"I am ashamed to look at you, Mary—Ashamed!"

"We'll never even think of it again."

"I just came down to say goodnight."

"You won't have to be alone any more, dear."

"How did you know where to call up?"

"Why—why someone said you resembled a—Miss Moreland, and so I just called up all the Morelands in the directory."

"I'm glad you d-d-did for I want to thank you, oh, so much."

"I can't sleep! I can't stand still or anything!"

"Because I love you!"

"But you won't listen!"

"I—I am listening—dear, but—

——I could hear you much better if you came up to the house tomorrow."




This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1927.

The author died in 1948, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 73 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.