Havener did not find Sargent, much to Frank's relief. It was near morning when the stage manager came into the hotel again, looking weary and worn. The wild light was gone from his eyes, and, when he saw Frank, he crept up to him almost timidly, falteringly asking:
"Cassie?"
"Sleeping."
That one word seemed to give Havener untold relief. He covered his eyes with his hands for a moment, and then, again peering doubtfully at Merry, he questioned:
"Is there—is there any hope?"
"We all hope for the best."
"May I see her—just for a moment? If she is asleep she will not know. May I see her?"
"I think so. Miss Bird is with her."
"Where is her father?"
"No one knows."