"Nobody there," he groaned.
"They've gone out to dinner," Jane said.
"Jane, be an angel and go round the neighbourhood and try to find the Chatfields. I can't go round in this rig."
She hurried off. Half an hour later she came back, breathless and flushed, to find Jerry nearly beside himself with nervous excitement, and Bobs white as death.
"They aren't anywhere. They must have gone uptown to dine," she reported.
"Jane could do it," said Bobs.
Jerry looked at Jane, flushed, eyes shining. He had never seen her before.
"By the Living Light! Jane Judd, will you do it?"
"Be Salome in my show."