Some swells decide to go see the 'real' Paris and head off to a cellar to see life in the raw. It starts well when they get to see a real apache dance, with the fellow mauling his dance partner. Then comes a rival, and there is bloodshed: not only the jealous lover, but a flic who comes in to restore order winds up dead, and the rich folks flee to the safety of better behaved arrondisements, leaving the con artists -- none of whom are dead -- to divide up the rich goods they left behind in their haste.
This was a classic short con that was later used in longer movies -- it's one of the bits in Raymond Grffith's PATHS TO PARADISE -- but here in the short form, it is an amusing 'snapper' story of the O. Henry mode -- and the dance is a pretty good one.
This was a classic short con that was later used in longer movies -- it's one of the bits in Raymond Grffith's PATHS TO PARADISE -- but here in the short form, it is an amusing 'snapper' story of the O. Henry mode -- and the dance is a pretty good one.
