Jasper rang and directed his man to get an envelope from an upstairs table. When it came, he handed it to Pierre.
“That is a ticket for to-morrow night’s performance. It’s the best seat I can give you, though it is not very near the stage. However, you will certainly be able to recognize your—Jane, if she is your Jane.”
Pierre pocketed the ticket. “Thank you,” he murmured. His face was expressionless.
Jasper was making rapid plans. “Oh, by the way,” he said hurriedly, “if you should stand near the stage exit to-night, say at about twelve o’clock, you could see Miss West come out and get into her motor. That would give you a fairly close view. But even if you find you are mistaken, Landis, be sure to see ‘The Leopardess.’ It’s well worth your while. You’re going? Won’t you dine with me to-night?”
“No, thank you. I wouldn’t be carin’ to to-night. I—I reckon I’ve got this matter too much on my mind. Thank you very much, Mr. Morena.”
“Before you go, tell me about Holliwell. He was a good friend of mine.”
“He was a good friend to most every one he knowed. He was more than that to me.”
“Then he’s been a success out there?”
Pierre meditated over the words. “Success? Why, yes, I reckon he’s been all of that.”
“A difficult mission, isn’t it? Trying to bring you fellows to God?”