There was no one in the hallway when she reached it. How the man entered the building, how he hoped to carry Petite Jeanne from it, and how he made his escape after his evil plans had been frustrated, will remain a mystery.
As she entered the theatre she fell into the arms of the delighted and all but tearful old trouper.
“And Florence?” he demanded. “Where is she?”
“Florence?” The little French girl stared. “How could I know?”
“Were you not with her?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Then she and the God of Fire have vanished.”
“Vanished?”
Dan Baker told her all he knew.
“Well,” said Angelo as he concluded, “there’s nothing left but to go to the studio and await any news that may come. The police are on the job.”