(Raoul enters through the curtain split, with his lantern, crossing down R)
RAOUL: (speaking) Christine!
(Remy follows him carrying his lantern, going DL and out into the auditorium to work in the aisle, L)
REMY: She can't have vanished into air!
RICHARD: (speaking) Circle!
DOMINIQUE: There's no-one here...
RICHARD: You're sure?
DOMINIQUE: I swear.
RICHARD: (speaking) Gallery!
(Faust has appeared here, with his lantern by now)
FAUST: We've had a look around...
THE REST: And?
FAUST: Not a sign.
RAOUL: Search on, she must be found!
DOMINIQUE: (speaking) Dress circle clear!
RICHARD: Light! We need light! Where is Mauclair tonight?
REMY: (speaking) He can't be found, either! He's vanished too.
RICHARD: He's fired, if it's true.
RAOUL: I'm certain she's here, Concealed in this gloom. You go that way, you go there, I'll try her room!
(He goes back through the split)
FAUST: (speaking) There's no sign up here!
DEBIENNE: (speaking) Or here!
REMY: (speaking) Or here!
RICHARD: Well, what about the bar?
DEBIENNE: (speaking) We've already searched it!
RICHARD: Then search again!
FAUST: I've had a thought instead, Let's all go home and go to bed!
(Jammes hurries through the split, carrying a tiny table, her long black hair fallen out of her bun, picked out in a soft follow spot)
JAMMES: (speaking; excited) It's all right! Madam Giry knows how to find Christine! She's going to read the tea-leaves! (She moves R and poses)
RICHARD: (in a madhouse again) Read the tea-leaves?
(Like a high priestess, Madam Giry appears through the split, carrying a tray of tea-things, in a follow spot. Richard is on stage, L. The others hurry to form groups on the steps R and L, the only important position being that Faust should be R)
MADAM GIRY: (waving her hands over the pot) Demon of tea, I conjure thee! Appear in this infusion! (She pours) Brewed in a pot and poured in a cup, We'll see what your tea-leaves tell...
(She jerks her head at her acolyte and Jammes hurries across to Richard to propel him a little towards Madam Giry, who advances on him, holding out the cup)
Come drink the dark-brown mystic brew, But leave all the dregs behind...
(Jammes hinges Richard's elbow forward and Madam Giry places the cup in his hand, then crosses R, below the table)
Me, I'll decipher the shape that they make, By use of my expert mind...
(Jammes pushes Richard a little downstage and Madam Giry, with finger pointed, advances on him)
Go on and take a lovely slurp, And if I'm any judge... (She pushes the cup to his lips) The bits at the bottom will point to Christine...
(She snatches the cup and saucer from him)
Don't swallow the tea-leaves, you twerp!
(She crosses back R, upending the cup into the saucer, followed by Jammes, who gives Richard a pitying look)
And now to probe this wet mysterious sludge...
(She bends low, R handing the cup backwards to Jammes, who strikes a pretty pose)
FAUST: (tapping his head significantly) I don't believe her!
ALL (except Madam Giry/Jammes): She's got to be joking, She's losing her marbles, We'll have to send for the men in the white coats!
MADAM GIRY: (excited) Look here! See here! A clue revealed!
FAUST: (hurrying to her) What does it say?
MADAM GIRY: A tall dark stranger will come into your life!