Chapter XI Word of Honour

* * * * * 1 An hour and a half later, with the cheers of a vast audience in her ears and tears of proud gratification in her large blue eyes, Geraldine Tilford excused herself to her smilingly acquiescent guests and accompanied Tom Winter, by the private way, back-stage to the Artistes’ Parlour. Here they found the sub-manager of the Hall. “Where is Captain Conway?” asked Geraldine eagerly. “I guess he’s saying good-bye to the chairman. I saw them going…