derision in the middle of a passage meant to be tenderly emotional.
The voice of Sara Law broke and fell. She stood trembling and unstrung. Max without a word turned on his heel and swung out of sight into the wings. Four other actors on the stage, aside from Sara Law, hesitated and drew together in doubt and bewilderment. And then abruptly, with no warning whatever, the
illusion of gloom in the auditorium and moonlight in the postscenium was rent
away by the glare of the full complement of electric lights installed in the house.
A thought later, while still all were blinking and gasping with surprise, Max strode into view just behind the footlights. Halting, he swept the array of auditors with an ominous and truculent stare.
So quickly was this startling change consummated that Whita
