"I'm sorry, but I can't do it."
"No, no, please. Mr. Adair will never forgive you if you don't." Then she had an inspiration. Where or how she had learned the name she hardly knew, but it flashed across her mind at this moment. "Is Mr. Merguelis there?"
"I am Mr. Merguelis."
"Mr. Tom Merguelis?"
"Yes."
"Then you might know who I am. Mr. Adair--"
"Oh, say, yes--you're not the little lady that he--"
"Yes, that's me."
"But, my dear, he's in his dressing-room, and that's on the level."
"I simply must talk to him for a second, and you must go and get him."