Weldon said nothing.
"My word, what a good story, and I can't print it," ejaculated Hummer, turning toward the door that led behind the boxes to the front of the house. Just as he was about to open it, Gordon pushed it ajar with one quick stroke of his powerful arm, and strode into the green-room.
"Where's Miss Farnum?" he asked brusquely. "Oh, I thought you were Weldon," he added, turning abruptly from Hummer.
"This is Mr. Hummer, our press representative," explained Weldon, coming forward eagerly.
"Ah, the press agent? Very good," responded Gordon, carelessly turning his back on Hummer.
"Let us say, rather, inciter of public interest," explained Hummer. "Paid to get fiction into the papers, and to suppress facts."
Gordon turned toward him curiously. "Indeed! And what do you suppress?" he asked.
"Well," drawled Hummer, "who is furnishing the money for Miss Farnum's starring venture, for one thing, especially as she doesn't know herself." And with a light laugh Hummer went "in front" by the passage leading behind the boxes.
"See here, Weldon," said Gordon, decisively, "it is now almost eight o'clock. When do you ring up the curtain?"