"Who are the others?" he repeated mildly.
The red-headed singer leaped to her feet. Her figure was full, strikingly beautiful. She was well aware of her appeal. "Jaro," she cried, "I can't tell you. It would be as much as my life is worth. Not until I know what side you're on."
Jaro regarded her calmly. At length he said, "You'll excuse us if we lock you in the dressing room?"
"But Jaro," she said; "aren't you going to take me with you?"
He shook his head.
"You're going to leave me here?" she repeated. She couldn't keep the relief out of her voice.
He laughed, said, "I'm afraid so."
A great weight seemed lifted from the red-headed singer's mind. With a resumption of her old bravado, she shrugged, walked into the dressing room. Her hips moved from side to side. Jaro shut the door, pushed the bed in front of it.
"The hussy!" said Joan.