There was now no doubt in Frank’s mind; he knew Cassie used the drug, and his heart was full of pity for her.
That night, after the play was over, Cassie lingered in the dressing room, slowly picking up her things. The other girls were ready to leave, and they called for her to hurry up.
“Oh, go on,” she said. “I’ll be along pretty soon. Don’t wait for me.”
So they started for their hotel, leaving her there.
Frank was at work getting the properties together and packing them in one of the dressing rooms, while Havener was above on the stage, looking after the special scenery.
Cassie found Frank and came in on him.
“Look here,” she said, in a dull, dejected way, “I’ve got a few things I want to say to you.”
Frank was uneasy, but he stopped working, saying, respectfully:
“All right, Cassie; I’ll listen.”
“If you blow on me, I’m done for.”