I shall need an accomplice in this affair, and that imp of Satan, Halloran, is just the one to help me out with my scheme.

It's lucky I have an appointment with him to-night.

I shall be sure to catch him.

I think it was a stroke of fate that I wasn't in the cast for the rest of the week, though I kicked pretty hard against it at the time.
Good-by, footlights and freezing dressing-rooms.

I can make a million of money ere the day dawns." He hailed a passing cab, jumped into it and was driven across the city.
Halloran, the comedian at the same theatre, was sitting in his room half asleep over a half-emptied rum bottle.