His keen eyes searched the place in vain. Yet sixty seconds had not elapsed before there came the sound of a slight impact, followed by a terrific crash. The light above blinked out.
In his excitement, Jimmie threw off the spotlight and the theatre beneath him became a well of darkness.
And what of Jeanne? When the crash came her dance ended. When the spotlight blinked out she sprang back in terror. At that instant something touched her ankle.
With a little cry of fright, she bounded forward. Her foot came in contact with some solid object and sent it spinning.
“The Fire God!” she thought in consternation. “I have kicked him across the stage.”
Then the house lights flashed on, and all was light as day.
Flashing a quick look about the stage, the girl found everything as it had been, except that the Fire God was standing on his head in a corner, and half way down the center aisle was a pile of shattered glass. This glass had, a moment before, been the white globe aloft.
“Jimmie!” she called. “It’s all right. The globe fell, that’s all.”
“Must have been loose,” Jimmie grumbled. “Good thing it fell now. Might have killed somebody.”
But Jeanne was sure it had not been loose. She had not forgotten that flutter of wings.