Florence had described her experiences up to the time when Meg invited her to inspect her stateroom, when the phone rang.
“I’ll answer it.” Florence took down the receiver.
“It’s for you,” she said, half a minute later.
With a deep sigh Jeanne deserted her spot in the sun.
For all that, her face was flushed with excitement when she put the receiver down.
“It’s the little old lady of the cameo.”
In her excitement she found herself talking in a hoarse whisper. “She has persuaded Hop Long Lee, the rich Chinaman, to let us see the magic curtain. Better still, his people will stage a little play for us. They will use the magic curtain.”
“When?”
“Next Friday, at midnight.”
“Midnight? What an hour!”