"You mean Miss Farnum?"
"Exactly. She found the angel, not you. If he withdrew his support to-night, you couldn't keep this thing going thirty minutes."
Weldon dropped into a chair and asked weakly:
"How did you find out?"
"The day you engaged me to incite public interest in your star, I found out who the angel was. I hadn't been hanging around the Casino for nothing. Half a dozen of the newspaper boys know all about his infatuation for her."
Victor Weldon smiled weakly. "Every one said you were good at guessing things," he remarked. "But listen, Phil. Not a word of this to any one. Even Miss Farnum doesn't know how things really stand."
Hummer whistled.
"She don't know Gordon is putting up the money?"
Weldon shook his head.
"And she thinks it is honest recognition of real merit?"