THE FRANTIC IMPRESARIO Fullaway slowly read this announcement aloud.

When he had made an end of it he laughed.
"So your mysterious lady of the midnight motor, your Miss Celia Lennard of the Hull hotel, is the great and only Zelie de Longarde, eh ?" he said.
"Well, I guess that makes matters a lot easier and clearer.

But you're sure it isn't a case of striking resemblance ?" "I only saw that woman for a minute or two, by moonlight, when she stuck her face out of her car to ask the way," replied Allerdyke, "but I'll lay all I'm worth to a penny-piece that the woman I then saw is the woman whose picture we're staring at.

Great Scott! So she's a famous singer, is she?
You know of her, of course?
That sort of thing's not in my line--never was--I don't go to a concert or a musical party once in five years." "Oh, she's great--sure!" responded Fullaway.

"Beautiful voice--divine! And, as I say, things are going to be easy.