“New man ahead of the ‘Empire Theater Comedy Company’?”
“Right again.”
“I’m Collins.”
Frank jumped.
“Collins?” he cried—“Weston Collins?”
“Yes.”
Frank had never seen the former advance man of the company, so it was not strange he had not known Collins.
“Well,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and staring hard at the intruder, “what in the name of all that’s bad are you doing here?”
“I came in a little while ago. Saw your name on the register. You registered with the name of the company attached, so I knew you must be the man Haley had sent out to fill my place. I came up to see you.”
“Did King send you?”