"We'll telephone to the theatre there, and ask them to step across and make inquiries.

Come on!--let's do it at once." He hurried inside again, and Stafford turned to Copplestone.
"Better send your cab away and come inside until we get some news," he said.

"Let Jerramy take your things into his sanctum--he'll keep an eye on them till you want them--I suppose you'll stop at the 'Angel' with Oliver.

Look here!" he went on, turning to the cab driver, "just you wait a bit--I might want you; wait ten minutes, anyway.

Come in, Mr.
Copplestone." Copplestone followed the business manager up the passage to a dressing-room, in which a little elderly man was engaged in unpacking trunks and dress-baskets.