Probably the stage would be locked at night.

Still, at a suitable hour, he could descreetly find out.

On another stage a bedroom likewise intrigued him, though this was a squalid room in a tenement and the bed was a cheap thing sparsely covered and in sad disorder.

People were working on this set, and he presently identified the play, for Muriel Mercer in a neat black dress entered to bring comfort to the tenement dwellers.

But this play, too, had ceased to interest him.