Where's your overcoat a night like this, and when did you last--" "Miss Montague! Miss Montague!" The director was calling.
"Excuse me," she said.

"I got to go entertain the white folks again." She tucked up the folds of her blanket and sped around the pool to disappear in the mazes of the scaffolding.

He remained a moment staring dully into the now quiet water.

Then he walked swiftly away.
Beulah Baxter, his wonder-woman, had deceived her public in Peoria, Illinois, by word of mouth.

She employed a double at critical junctures.
"She'd be a fool not to," the Montague girl had said.