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"
You
’
re
right
!
"
said
the
stage
-
manager
,
frantically
pushing
his
hands
through
his
rebellious
hair
.
"
You
’
re
right
!
But
there
might
be
some
one
at
the
organ
who
could
tell
us
how
the
stage
came
to
be
suddenly
darkened
.
Now
Mauclair
is
nowhere
to
be
found
.
Do
you
understand
that
?
"
Mauclair
was
the
gas
-
man
,
who
dispensed
day
and
night
at
will
on
the
stage
of
the
Opera
.
"
Mauclair
is
not
to
be
found
!
"
repeated
Mercier
,
taken
aback
.
"
Well
,
what
about
his
assistants
?
"
"
There
’
s
no
Mauclair
and
no
assistants
!
No
one
at
the
lights
,
I
tell
you
!
You
can
imagine
,
"
roared
the
stage
-
manager
,
"
that
that
little
girl
must
have
been
carried
off
by
somebody
else
:
she
didn
’
t
run
away
by
herself
!
It
was
a
calculated
stroke
and
we
have
to
find
out
about
it
.
.
.
And
what
are
the
managers
doing
all
this
time
?
.
.
.
I
gave
orders
that
no
one
was
to
go
down
to
the
lights
and
I
posted
a
fireman
in
front
of
the
gas
-
man
’
s
box
beside
the
organ
.
Wasn
’
t
that
right
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
quite
right
,
quite
right
.
And
now
let
’
s
wait
for
the
commissary
.
"
The
stage
-
manager
walked
away
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
,
fuming
,
muttering
insults
at
those
milksops
who
remained
quietly
squatting
in
a
corner
while
the
whole
theater
was
topsyturvy
{
sic
}
.
Gabriel
and
Mercier
were
not
so
quiet
as
all
that
.
Only
they
had
received
an
order
that
paralyzed
them
.
The
managers
were
not
to
be
disturbed
on
any
account
.
Remy
had
violated
that
order
and
met
with
no
success
.
At
that
moment
he
returned
from
his
new
expedition
,
wearing
a
curiously
startled
air
.
"
Well
,
have
you
seen
them
?
"
asked
Mercier
.
"
Moncharmin
opened
the
door
at
last
.
His
eyes
were
starting
out
of
his
head
.
I
thought
he
meant
to
strike
me
.
I
could
not
get
a
word
in
;
and
what
do
you
think
he
shouted
at
me
?
’
Have
you
a
safety
-
pin
?
’
’
No
!
’
’
Well
,
then
,
clear
out
!
’
I
tried
to
tell
him
that
an
unheard
-
of
thing
had
happened
on
the
stage
,
but
he
roared
,
’
A
safety
-
pin
!
Give
me
a
safety
-
pin
at
once
!
’
A
boy
heard
him
—
he
was
bellowing
like
a
bull
—
ran
up
with
a
safety
-
pin
and
gave
it
to
him
;
whereupon
Moncharmin
slammed
the
door
in
my
face
,
and
there
you
are
!
"
