was waiting for her at a corner drug-store."

"Lancelot!" There was a catch of dismay in Canby's outcry.

"That's what I said, 'Lancelot'!" cried Potter, more desolately
than he intended. "It seems they've been meeting after
rehearsal, in their damn corner drug-store. Lancelot!" His voice
rose in fury. "If I'd known I had a man named Lancelot in my
company I'd have discharged him long ago! If I'd known it was
his name I'd have shot him. 'Lancelot!' He came sneaking in
there just after she'd blundered it all out to me. Got uneasy
because she didn't come, and came to see what was the matter.
Naturally, I discharged them both, on the spot! I've never had a
rule of my company broken yet--and I never will! He didn't say a
word. He didn't dare."

"Who?" shouted Canby and old Tinker together.

"Lancelot!" said Potter savagely.

"Who?"

"Packer! His first name's Lancelot, the hypocrite! L. Smith
Packer! She's Mrs. Packer! They were married two days before
rehearsals began. She's Mrs. L. Smith Packer!"