After an embrace, the girl suddenly became aware of a striking gong. One, two— The prince held her close. Three, four— The girl tried to pull away. The gong kept striking! Eleven—twelve!
Cinderella swung toward the platform where the carriage had been. But alas, the sides of the gorgeous carriage and the white horses had tumbled off and dropped into a net below. Now, instead, merely a pumpkin, drawn by mice, remained. The aerialist in a barely perceptible motion had slipped out of her white satin spangled tights and now stood in a ragged black costume.
“Oh!” shrieked Teddy, to whom all this was very real. “Poor Cinderella! Nancy, when will the prince—” The little boy stopped abruptly.
Lolita, about to climb into the pumpkin, suddenly swayed, then seemed to lose her footing. She plunged downward toward the net.
There was a momentary hush as the audience wondered if this was part of the act. But the silence was followed by cries of alarm when Lolita lay still.
“Oh,” murmured Teddy. “Is she—”
“Lolita must have fainted,” Nancy told him, and in her heart she hoped it was nothing more serious than this.
From the shadowy stage entrances rushed many willing hands to help the stricken aerialist, among them Pietro. Ringmaster Kroon waved them all aside. Walking under the net, he hissed at Lolita, loud enough for Nancy to hear:
“Get up! You’re making fools of all of us! The show will be ruined! Climb out of there and take a bow!”
Nancy leaned across to Bess, who seemed frozen with fear, and picked up a pair of field glasses which lay on her friend’s lap. Through them she could see Lolita, her face chalk-white, slowly open her eyes. Pietro reached up and tenderly patted her cheek.
“Leave her alone!” Kroon thundered at the clown. “And get out of here!”
Pietro glared at his employer. It was evident that his fondness for the girl overshadowed obedience to the ringmaster. He stood still, speaking in low tones to Lolita. Finally, Kroon yanked the clown up by his big ruffled collar and sent him sprawling to the tanbark. Turning back to Lolita, the harsh manager cried:
“Stand up!”
This time the girl obeyed, rising slowly and stepping to the edge of the net, where she was helped down by attendants. Lolita took bow after bow amid tumultuous applause, but Nancy felt that the girl was using all of her will power to remain on her feet.
As Lolita left the tent, Kroon hurried into the ring. “And so,” he said, “Cinderella lost her prince. But only temporarily! If you want to see how he found her by matching the glass slipper she wore, come to this evening’s performance. Reserve your seats on the way out! And now, our next act—”
Teddy tugged at Nancy’s shoulder to get her attention. “But Cinderella didn’t wear any glass slippers,” he remarked. “What did the man mean?”
“Maybe the prince has them,” Nancy suggested.
George whispered to her, “Nancy, do you think this was just a come-on, or couldn’t Lolita finish the act?”
“I’m afraid she’s ill, George. I’ll find out when I meet Pietro.”
The last act was a clever bareback riding performance with a triumphant final pageant which included the clowns. As soon as it was over, Nancy asked George to take Teddy home, then started for King Kat’s cage to meet the circus clown.
The shaggy lion was stalking back and forth restlessly. “How handsome, but how cruel he looks!” Nancy thought. “Just like the ringmaster.”
Pietro was waiting and beckoned her to follow him a short distance away from the cage. The clown seemed very ill at ease, almost frightened, as he said:
“I’ll talk fast. Visitors aren’t allowed here. If Kroon should find me talking to you, he might discharge me, and that mustn’t happen.”
“Can’t we go some place where he won’t see us?” Nancy asked. She did not want to miss the opportunity to hear everything the clown might want to tell her.
“No, no!” he said quickly. “This is the story. Lolita wears a horse charm on a necklace. It matches the charms on your bracelet and I noticed one is missing. Lolita once said she thought hers came from another piece of jewelry.”