“Oh, I think not.”
“I don’t see how you’ll get round it.”
“You may find out later on.”
Riddle was puzzled, as he plainly showed. He could not get anything out of this remarkable young man who had been sent out in advance of Haley & Hawkins’ show, and, as a rule, he was most successful in pumping anybody.
“Where are you going now?” he asked, desperately.
“About my business, sir; hadn’t you better go about yours?”
Riddle flushed.
“Oh, keep it up!” he said, beginning to show anger. “You give me pains! You’re altogether too new!”
“And you are altogether too nosey, Mr. Riddle.”
Frank walked out of the office and made straight for the opera house. Just as he reached the stage door, the janitor came up with a wheelbarrow, on which was piled the missing paper of the “Empire Theater Comedy Company.”