"How is that?"
"He left the hotel shortly after you went out, and has not been seen since."
Together Frank and Havener went up to Cassie's room. Softly Merry tapped on the door, which was soon opened by the leading lady of the company.
"Cassie?" whispered Havener. "I want to look at her—just a moment. I won't disturb her."
Lillian Bird stepped aside to let him come in. Softly he advanced to the bedside, and there he stood looking down at the pale face of the little soubrette. It was then that a faint smile stole over the sad face of the sleeping girl, and she murmured:
"Ross!"
He started, and then he stretched his arms toward her.
She stirred, awoke, saw him, and gladly cried out his name.
An instant later his arms were about her.