“Don’t tell Havener.”
“No.”
A man came quickly into the room. It was Havener himself, and his scowling face showed he had overheard something.
Cassie gave a gasp of terror.
The stage-manager glared at them both.
“What’s this secret between you that you are going to keep from me?” he demanded.
Neither answered.
“Speak!” cried Havener, furiously. “It’s no use trying to keep the thing hidden, for I am dead on.”
Cassie looked at Frank appealingly.
“Now don’t take a lot of time to think up something to say,” snarled the angry man. “It won’t go down with me! I’ve seen how things were going for some time.”