Break a Leg, Darlings by Marian Babson

Author:Marian Babson [Babson, Marian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781471303296
Publisher: AudioGO

11

'A sad loss ...' Evangeline was paying tribute over the telephone when I entered the living room later, much later, that morning. 'Yes, I made one film with her. Practically everyone in the business worked with her ... once.'

I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes at her, reminding her that she was speaking to the media.

'It was a memorable experience.' Evangeline covered quickly, in the special voice she used for interviews – which had given me my clue. 'She was so vital, so spontaneous, so –' She allowed her voice to break huskily. 'So alive. Thank heavens she left so many brilliant films behind her. It's hard to believe we'll never see her again.'

I applauded silently as she replaced the phone.

'And they'd better hammer a stake through her heart to make sure of that,' Evangeline said, heading for the kitchen.

'Do you think we ought to leave the telephone plugged in?' I trailed after her, feeling somewhat jittery.

'Why not? We've already had our ultimatum. We've got until midnight to do the decent thing.'

'Whatever that is.'

'Yes, that's the problem, isn't it? What do you suppose someone like that would consider "the decent thing"?'

'The mind boggles.' I popped bread in the toaster while Evangeline absently attended to the coffee machine. It was the only time in the day when she pulled her weight in the kitchen, probably because she was never quite awake enough to notice she was doing it.

The doorbell startled me as I was setting our places at the table. I froze, staring in the direction of the entrance hall as though a ghost were about to materialize there. 'It couldn't be –'

'Of course not,' Evangeline said crossly. 'We have until midnight. Besides, that's the inside bell. Someone already in the building is ringing it.'

She was right, it was an inside job. The hammering on the door began before I was halfway across the living room, reinforced by Beau's hearty baritone.

'Evangeline! Trixie! You in there? You all right? Open the door!' There was a fresh burst of hammering.

'All right, all right, keep your shirt on. I'm coming!' I bellowed back at him. 'You needn't break the door down,' I said, opening it.

'I told you they were all right.' Juanita followed more placidly as Beau charged into the room. 'Why shouldn't they be?'

'I just wanted to make sure.' Beau was on the defensive now. He looked at us half defiantly. 'Where the hell did you disappear to last night? I was going to wait for you after that policeman was finished with us, but he said you'd already left.'

'We had an alibi,' Evangeline said smugly. 'We were talking to one of the singers. We never went near the stairs at all.'

'Alibi?' Juanita lost her placidity. 'I do not like that word! Surely, what happened was an accident. Those stairs were dangerous.'

'Not as bad as some I've seen,' I said cheerfully.

'Yeah?' Beau glared at us. 'Well, this is the last time we go to a theatre with you two.'

I could live with that and so could Evangeline.

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