And what are the managers doing all this time?
...

I gave orders that no one was to go down to the lights and I posted a fireman in front of the gas-man's box beside the organ.

Wasn't that right ?" "Yes, yes, quite right, quite right.

And now let's wait for the commissary." The stage-manager walked away, shrugging his shoulders, fuming, muttering insults at those milksops who remained quietly squatting in a corner while the whole theater was topsyturvy{sic}.
Gabriel and Mercier were not so quiet as all that.

Only they had received an order that paralyzed them.