The three strings

Going over to the windows Evelyn drew up the blinds and opening the sashes thrust back the shutters, then, tossing off her hat and coat as she moved about her bedroom, she finally jerked open the suit case and tumbled about its contents until she found the garments she sought. Tucking her treasures under her arm Evelyn sought the kitchen and there to her delight found on investigation that she could light the big gas range. Evelyn half knelt, half crouched against the wheel, and raised her eyes at the stage manager’s husky command and gazed in despair ahead of her, the hushed audience nowhere in sight as her mental vision conjured up her gallant French lover in the toils of circumstantial evidence. With the aid of a skeleton key he unlocked first one and then another, but only neat rows of filed bills and canceled checks rewarded his search and he sat back finally, gnawing his underlip.