“Yes, Mr Goble.”
The stage director galloped off.
“Get back to your place,” said the manager to Mr Saltzburg, “and play the overture again.”
“Again!”
“Perhaps they didn’t hear it the first two times,” said Wally.
Mr Goble watched Mr Saltzburg out of sight. Then he turned to Wally.
“That damned Mariner girl was at the bottom of this! She started the whole thing! She told me so. Well, I’ll settle her! She goes tomorrow!”
“Wait a minute,” said Wally. “Wait one minute! Bright as it is, that idea is out!”
“What the devil has it got to do with you?”
“Only this, that, if you fire Miss Mariner, I take that neat script which I’ve prepared and I tear it into a thousand fragments. Or nine hundred. Anyway, I tear it. Miss Mariner opens in New York, or I pack up my work and leave.”