Sex and scandal, 1915-style. What survives after a hundred years since this film’s making is a likable whiff of naughtiness to its stodgy, stagey production. It accents the seedy elements of the story of a solid family man who goes on a business trip, starts up an affair with an evil-eyed woman and then winds up a ruined wretch for his sins. It ends up as high melodrama, tasteless and overblown. It’s the earliest surviving artifact of raven-haired Theda Bara’s “vampire” roles. In 1915-speak, “vampire” means a woman who seduces men and takes them for everything they’ve got. She’s the embodiment here of every hateful vision that a man has for a woman after a nasty break-up, as well as the culmination of a wife’s take on some bitch who’s trying to steal her husband. The part made Theda Bara a star. Adapted from a play by Porter Emerson Browne.