were you?â
âI was right here, Mr. Ramsay, at four oâclock,â said the guard. âThe same time I always come in. The damage had already been done. You didnât contract for round-the-clock protection. Somebody got in before I got here.â
âDid you check all the doors when you left last night?â
âOf course. Every one of them was locked.â
âYou overlooked something.â
âNo sir, I did not,â said the guard firmly. âThe police are trying to find out right now how he got in, and if youâll excuse me, Iâll go help them.â The guard walked away and spoke to Sergeant Piperson, whom I now saw for the first time.
The stage and backstage areas were swarming with people, writing things in notebooks, taking pictures. Leo Gunn was poking at a broken chair with the toe of his sneaker. Carla Banner was there, popeyed and open-mouthed. First sheâd walk from stage right across the front of the apron to stage left, where sheâd stand gawking for a few moments. Then sheâd make her way back across the apron to stage right and gawk from that angle for a while. Then sheâd repeat the whole process. Carla was feeling stupid and helpless, the way a big shock often leaves you.
âWhat I donât understand,â I said to Leo Gunn, âis how all this could have been done without anyone hearing it. The regular watchman was on duty, wasnât he? And somebody was in the box office during the day.â
Leo nodded toward the wings. âThereâs the watchman.â An older man I hadnât noticed before was sitting on a wooden chair; he was thin and trembly, and his face had an off-color cast to it. âHe was chloroformed,â said Leo. âThe people up front heard nothing, never looked into the auditorium. The doors were closed.â
The doors at the entrance to each aisle separated the seating area from the lobby; they were specially built to deaden sound. Deaden itâbut shut it out completely? I didnât think so.
Sergeant Piperson came over to where we were standing. Leo and I looked at him expectantly, wondering what he had to say.
âI paid for your drinks.â That was what he had to say.
âHuh?â said Leo.
I must have looked blank, for the Sergeant went on to explain, âLast Saturday, at the bar. You walked out without paying for your drinks.â
I slumped against Leo. âAll right, Sergeant. I owe you for two drinks. I am grateful. Now will you tell me why weâre standing here talking about my bar bill? What about this set?â
Sergeant Piperson grinned. âHe went too far this time. Nobody can do a job this big without leaving a calling card of some kind. Weâll get him now.â
âSure you will,â said Leo, deadpan.
The watchman suddenly began to moan. âI feel sick.â
âYouâre lucky youâre alive,â Sergeant Piperson told him bluntly. âMost people donât know chloroform can be lethal. Be thankful you got a safe dose.â
The old man moaned again, and Carla Banner went over to help him. She half-walked, half-carried him to the menâs room, where we could hear him throwing up.
Piperson turned back to Leo and me.
âWeâve already picked up a couple of things that might give us a lead, and weâre just getting started. Whoever this guy is, heâs told us something we didnât know before.â
âWhatâs that?â asked Leo.
The Sergeant looked directly at me. âThis nut isnât carrying on a personal vendetta against Sylvia Markey or Ian Cavanaugh. They were targets only because they were acting in Foxfire , Itâs you heâs after, Abby. Somebodyâs out to close your play.â
A television camera crew had been waiting outside the theater, so I had the dubious pleasure of seeing myself on the late news. Wooden-faced, I answered questions into the mike stuck under
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