But what troubled Frank most was Havener's singular actions and his wild words. Never before had the man appeared like that. Frank had seen a light in the stage manager's eyes that appalled him.
"Just the look I saw in the eyes of the maniac who was hunting Darius Conrad down," thought Merriwell.
Was it possible that there was something of insanity in Havener and the occurrences of the night had served to arouse it? Merry remembered the man had said something seemed to snap in his head when he saw Cassie on the floor of the dressing room.
"No telling what freak may seize him. I will find Sargent without delay."
Down in the office of the hotel Cates was writing a letter. Frank went straight up to him.
"Where is Sargent?" he asked.
Cates looked up with a start.
"Eh?" he exclaimed. "Oh, is it you, Mr. Merriwell? Sargent? Now, what do you want of him?"
"I want to see him about an important matter."