"Are you one of the actors？" asked the sergeant of a dwarfish youth with a middle-aged face.
"Why， say！" replied the last Thespian witness， "you don't notice any tin spear in my hands， do you？ You haven't heard me shout： 'See， the Emperor comes！' since I've been in here， have you？ I guess I'm on the stage long enough for 'em not to start a panic by mistaking me for a thin curl of smoke rising above the footlights.""In your opinion， if you've got one，" said the sergeant， "is the frost that gathers on the scene in question the work of the lady or the gentleman who takes part in it？"The middle-aged youth looked pained.
"I regret to say，" he answered， "that Miss Carroll seems to have lost her grip on that scene.She's all right in the rest of the play， but -- but I tell you， sergeant， she can do it -- she has done it equal to any of 'em -- and she can do it again."Miss Carroll ran forward， glowing and palpitating.
"Thank you， Jimmy， for the first good word I've had in many a day，" she cried.And then she turned her eager face toward the desk.
"I'll show you， sergeant， whether I am to blame.I'll show them whether I can do that same.Come， Mr.
Delmars； let us begin.You will let us， won't you， sergeant？""How long will it take？" asked the sergeant， dubiously.
"Eight minutes，" said the playwright."The entire play consumes but thirty.""You may go ahead，" said the sergeant."Most of you seem to side against the little lady.Maybe she had a right to crack up a saucer or two in that restaurant.
We'll see how she does the turn before we take that up."The matron of the police station had been standing near， listening to the singular argument.She came nigher and stood near the sergeant's chair.Two or three of the reserves strolled in， big and yawning.
"Before beginning the scene，" said the playwright， "and assuming that you have not seen a production of 'A Gay Coquette，' I will make a brief but necessary explanation.
It is a musical-farce-comedy -- burlesque-comedietta.
As the title implies， Miss Carroll's r鬺e is that of a gay， rollicking， mischievous， heartless coquette.She sustains that character throughout the entire comedy part of the production.And I have designed the extravaganza features so that she may preserve and present the same coquettish idea.
"Now， the scene in which we take exception to Miss Carroll's acting is called the 'gorilla dance.' She is costumed to represent a wood nymph， and there is a great song-and-dance scene with a gorilla -- played by Mr.
Delmars， the comedian.A tropical-forest stage is set.
"That used to get four and five recalls.The main thing was the acting and the dance -- it was the funniest thing in New York for five months.Delmars's song， 'I'll Woo Thee to My Sylvan Home，' while he and Miss Carroll were cutting hide-and-seek capers among the tropical plants， was a winner.""What's the trouble with the scene now？" asked the sergeant.
"Miss Carroll spoils it right in the middle of it，" said the playwright wrathfully.
With a wide gesture of her ever-moving arms the actress waved back the little group of spectators， leaving a space in front of the desk for the scene of her vindication or fall.Then she whipped off her long tan cloak and tossed it across the arm of the policeman who still stood officially among them.
Miss Carroll had gone to supper well cloaked， but in the costume of the tropic wood nymph.A skirt of fern leaves touched her knee； she was like a humming-bird -- green and golden and purple.
And then she danced a fluttering， fantastic dance， so agile and light and mazy in her steps that the other three members of the Carroll Comedy Company broke into applause at the art of it.
And at the proper time Delmars leaped out ather side， mimicking the uncouth， hideous bounds of the gorilla so funnily that the grizzled sergeant himself gave a short laugh like the closing of a padlock.They danced together the gorilla dance， and won a hand from all.
Then began the most fantastic part of the scene --the wooing of the nymph by the gorilla.It was a kind of dance itself -- eccentric and prankish， with the nymph coquettish and seductive retreat， followed by the gorilla as he sang "I'll Woo Thee to My Sylvan Home."The song was a lyric of merit.The words were non-sense， as befitted the play， but the music was worthy of something better.Delmars struck into it in a rich tenor that owned a quality that shamed the flippant words.
During one verse of the song the wood nymph per-formed the grotesque evolutions designed for the scene.
At the middle of the second verse she stood still， with a strange look on her face， seeming to gaze dreamily into the depths of the scenic forest.The gorilla's last leap had brought him to her feet， and there he knelt， holding her hand， until he had finished the haunting-lyric that was set in the absurd comedy like a diamond in a piece of putty.
When Delmars ceased Miss Carroll started， and covered a sudden flow of tears with both hands.
"There！" cried the playwright， gesticulating with violence； "there you have it， sergeant.For two weeks she has spoiled that scene in just that manner at every performance.I have begged her to consider that it is not Ophelia or Juliet that she is playing.Do you wonder now at our impatience？ Tears for the gorilla song！
The play is lost！"
Out of her bewitchment， whatever it was， the wood nymph flared suddenly， and pointed a desperate finger at Delmars.
"It is you -- you who have done this，" she cried wildly."You never sang that song that way until lately.
It is your doing."
"I give it up，" said the sergeant.
And then the gray-haired matron of the police station came forward from behind the sergeant's chair.
"Must an old woman teach you all？" she said.She went up to Miss Carroll and took her hand.
"The man's wearing his heart out for you， my dear.
Couldn't you tell it the first note you heard him sing？
