Havener was on his feet now, pacing wildly up and down the small room, his eyes blazing, his face flushed.
Looking at him, Frank wondered if the seeds of madness were not sprouting in his system.
Again Merry talked to him; again he did his best to soothe the man.
"Go to Cassie," he urged. "Stay by her a while."
"Not now—not now!" breathed Havener, hoarsely. "The sight of her will stir me up again. I must not see her for a time."
Then he flung himself at full length on the bed, and Frank slipped out, leaving him there.
CHAPTER XXVII. WARNING THE TRAITOR.
Frank felt that it was his duty to warn Arthur Sargent of his danger, for he could not doubt that Havener really meant to shoot the man on sight. The stage manager never blustered or made needless talk about anything. In fact, he was a man of few words. His likes and dislikes were strong and pronounced. He was just the sort of a person to make up his mind to shoot a man and then go straightway and do it.