Then he quickly unlocked the door.
“Walk in, Mr. Havener,” he politely invited.
The stage-manager did so, looking around in wonder.
“Where’s the man?” he asked.
“There.”
Frank pointed, and his finger indicated two pairs of feet sticking out from under the bed.
Havener stared.
“What!” he gasped.
“Came in to do me up,” Merry explained.
“But—but—what are they doing under the bed?”