performances because the young actor playing the part of Winthrop refused to come out of his dressing room!”
“Why?”
“There are rumors that the theater is haunted.”
Judy pretended to be surprised. “Is that so?”
“I did a little research. Dug up all sorts of stories about frightening ‘presences.’ Stage lights going on and off by themselves. Footsteps and voices up on the catwalks when nobody’s there. Odd breezes and odors. There’s even an actress named Thelma Beaumont who died of a heart attack, right at center stage when the audience rose to give her a standing ovation. They say she keeps coming back to take one more curtain call.”
There was a clink.
“Sorry.” Zack had just dropped his fork.
“Even Mr. Justus Willowmeier the Third is rumored to show up from time to time.”
“Is he the one who built the Hanging Hill Publick House?” asked Judy.
“No, he was that Willowmeier’s grandson and the one who transformed the hotel and tavern into an entertainment emporium. Justus the Third loved show people. Particularly showgirls . He was seldom seen without a cigar in his mouth and a pretty woman on each arm. He also kept one of the apartments on the top floor. Liked to host rowdy parties up there, and according to several of the stories, he still does!”
“That’s where we’re staying,” said Judy. “The top floor.”
“Us too. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll all get invited to one of his cast parties!”
“So all these ghostly presences scare the kids away?”
“Yep.”
“I wonder why the theater wanted to do my show,” said Judy.
“Maybe because your script only needs two children,” said Mrs. McKenna. “But—I’ll be honest—if Meghan didn’t love your books so much, well, we wouldn’t be here.”
“Why?”
Mrs. McKenna took in a deep breath. “Seventy years ago,” she said, “a child performer died here. A girl.”
Judy was horrified. “In a show?”
“I’m not sure. My information right now is sort of sketchy. Got it from Florence, the ninety-year-old sweetheart who volunteers in the box office. Anyway, Florence told me there was a fire ‘of suspicious origin’ back in the late 1930s and she vaguely remembers the police arresting a man, one of the touring vaudeville performers, charging him with arson and first-degree felony murder.”
“Oh my.”
“The little girl who died in the blaze was also on the vaudeville bill. Part of a brother-sister juggling act.”
Now there were two clinks.
This time, both Zack and Meghan had dropped their forks.
47
Right after lunch, Zack and Judy went with Meghan and her mom to the three p.m. Sunday matinee of Bats in Her Belfry .
Meghan and Judy had to sign a bunch more autographs before they could sit down.
Zack and Mrs. McKenna did not.
Zack thought the show was pretty neat. Dracula made an extremely cool entrance—floating down through a huge window in his castle. Since it was a musical comedy , the window wasn’t open.
The renowned vampire hunter Van Helsing attempted to expose the smooth and debonair count by inviting him to a big banquet where all they served was spaghetti in garlic sauce and garlic bread. One neat scene showed Dracula getting locked in his coffin, which was then chained inside a concrete crypt like in a magic show. Some townspeople turned the box around and around and it didn’t look like there was any way for the actor to escape through trapdoors in the floor, because the crypt was on an elevated platform, but when the vampire hunters undid the chains, all they found inside the tomb was a single dead rose.
In the second act, the lady playing Lucy, one of the women falling in love with Dracula, started singing that “Bitten and Smitten” song Judy had sung in the car.
She wasn’t alone.
Every move she made and every note she sang was mirrored by a second woman wearing a slightly different costume and wig. They were only inches apart and moving in complete sync across the
“Why?”
“There are rumors that the theater is haunted.”
Judy pretended to be surprised. “Is that so?”
“I did a little research. Dug up all sorts of stories about frightening ‘presences.’ Stage lights going on and off by themselves. Footsteps and voices up on the catwalks when nobody’s there. Odd breezes and odors. There’s even an actress named Thelma Beaumont who died of a heart attack, right at center stage when the audience rose to give her a standing ovation. They say she keeps coming back to take one more curtain call.”
There was a clink.
“Sorry.” Zack had just dropped his fork.
“Even Mr. Justus Willowmeier the Third is rumored to show up from time to time.”
“Is he the one who built the Hanging Hill Publick House?” asked Judy.
“No, he was that Willowmeier’s grandson and the one who transformed the hotel and tavern into an entertainment emporium. Justus the Third loved show people. Particularly showgirls . He was seldom seen without a cigar in his mouth and a pretty woman on each arm. He also kept one of the apartments on the top floor. Liked to host rowdy parties up there, and according to several of the stories, he still does!”
“That’s where we’re staying,” said Judy. “The top floor.”
“Us too. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll all get invited to one of his cast parties!”
“So all these ghostly presences scare the kids away?”
“Yep.”
“I wonder why the theater wanted to do my show,” said Judy.
“Maybe because your script only needs two children,” said Mrs. McKenna. “But—I’ll be honest—if Meghan didn’t love your books so much, well, we wouldn’t be here.”
“Why?”
Mrs. McKenna took in a deep breath. “Seventy years ago,” she said, “a child performer died here. A girl.”
Judy was horrified. “In a show?”
“I’m not sure. My information right now is sort of sketchy. Got it from Florence, the ninety-year-old sweetheart who volunteers in the box office. Anyway, Florence told me there was a fire ‘of suspicious origin’ back in the late 1930s and she vaguely remembers the police arresting a man, one of the touring vaudeville performers, charging him with arson and first-degree felony murder.”
“Oh my.”
“The little girl who died in the blaze was also on the vaudeville bill. Part of a brother-sister juggling act.”
Now there were two clinks.
This time, both Zack and Meghan had dropped their forks.
47
Right after lunch, Zack and Judy went with Meghan and her mom to the three p.m. Sunday matinee of Bats in Her Belfry .
Meghan and Judy had to sign a bunch more autographs before they could sit down.
Zack and Mrs. McKenna did not.
Zack thought the show was pretty neat. Dracula made an extremely cool entrance—floating down through a huge window in his castle. Since it was a musical comedy , the window wasn’t open.
The renowned vampire hunter Van Helsing attempted to expose the smooth and debonair count by inviting him to a big banquet where all they served was spaghetti in garlic sauce and garlic bread. One neat scene showed Dracula getting locked in his coffin, which was then chained inside a concrete crypt like in a magic show. Some townspeople turned the box around and around and it didn’t look like there was any way for the actor to escape through trapdoors in the floor, because the crypt was on an elevated platform, but when the vampire hunters undid the chains, all they found inside the tomb was a single dead rose.
In the second act, the lady playing Lucy, one of the women falling in love with Dracula, started singing that “Bitten and Smitten” song Judy had sung in the car.
She wasn’t alone.
Every move she made and every note she sang was mirrored by a second woman wearing a slightly different costume and wig. They were only inches apart and moving in complete sync across the
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