yes!’ Gay said with mournful emphasis. ‘I did. He talked to me about it, but when he saw how much it upset me – because I’m so stupidly sensitive to atmosphere – I just can’t help it – it’s one of those things – but I am – because when I first came – into the theatre I just knew – you may laugh at me but these things can’t be denied –’
‘When,’ Alleyn prompted, ‘he saw that it upset you?’
‘He stopped. I was his niece. It was rather a marvellous relationship.’
‘He stopped,’ Alleyn said. ‘Right.’ He had a programme in his hand and now glanced at it. ‘You must be Miss Gainsford I think. Is that right?’
‘Yes, I am. But my name’s really Bennington. I’m his only brother’s daughter. My father died in the war and Uncle Ben really felt we were awfully near to each other, do you know? That’s why it’s so devastating for me because I sensed how wretchedly unhappy he was.’
‘Do you mind telling us why you thought him so unhappy?’
J. G. Darcey interposed quickly: ‘I don’t think it was more than a general intuitive sort of thing, was it, Gay? Nothing special.’
‘Well –’ Gay said reluctantly and Helena intervened.
‘I don’t think any of us have any doubt about my husband’s unhappiness, Mr Alleyn. Before you came in I was saying how most most anxious I am that we should be very frank with each other and of course with you. My husband drank so heavily that he had ruined his health and his work quite completely. I wasn’t able to help him and we were not –’ The colour died out of her face and she hesitated. ‘Our life together wasn’t true,’ she said, ‘it had no reality at all. Tonight he behaved very badly on the stage. He coloured his part at the expense of the other actors and I think he was horrified at what he’d done. He was very drunk indeed tonight. I feel he suddenly looked at himself and couldn’t face what he saw. I feel that very strongly.’
‘One does sense these things,’ Gay interjected eagerly, ‘or I do at any rate.’
‘I’m sure you do,’ Alleyn agreed politely. Gay drew breath and was about to go on when he said: ‘Of course, if any of you can tell us any happenings or remarks or so on, that seem to prove that he had this thing in mind, it will be a very great help.’
Martyn heard her voice, acting, it seemed, of its own volition: ‘I think, perhaps –’
Alleyn turned to her and his smile reassured her. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Forgive me, but I don’t yet know all your names.’ He looked again at his programme and then at her. Gay gave a small laugh. Darcey put his hand over hers and said something undistinguishable.
Poole said quickly: ‘Miss Martyn Tarne. She is, or should be, our heroine tonight. Miss Gainsford was ill and Miss Tarne, who was the understudy, took her part at half an hour’s notice. We’d all be extremely proud of her if we had the wits to be anything but worried and exhausted.’
Martyn’s heart seemed to perform some eccentric gyration in the direction of her throat and she thought: ‘That’s done it. Now my voice is going to be ungainly with emotion.’
Alleyn said: ‘That must have been a most terrifying and exciting adventure,’ and she gulped and nodded. ‘What had you remembered,’ he went on after a moment, ‘that might help us?’
‘It was something he said when he came off in the last act.’
‘For his final exit in the play?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll be very glad to hear it.’
‘I’ll try to remember exactly what it was,’ Martyn said carefully. ‘I was in the dressing-room passage on my way to my – to Miss Gainsford’s room and he caught me up. He spoke very disjointedly and strangely, not finishing his sentences. But one thing he said – I think it was the last – I do remember quite distinctly because it puzzled me very much. He said: “I just wanted to tell you that you needn’t suppose what I’m going to do – ” and then he stopped as if he was confused and added, I think: “you needn’t suppose – ” and broke off again. And then Jacko – Mr Doré – came and told me to go into the dressing-room to have my make-up attended to and, I think, said something to Mr Bennington about his.’
‘I told him he was shining with sweat,’ said Jacko. ‘And he went into his room.’
‘Alone?’ Alleyn asked.
‘I just looked in to make sure he had heard me. I told him again he needed powder and then went at once to this infant.’
‘Miss Tarne, can you remember anything else Mr Bennington said?’
‘Not really. I’m afraid I was rather in a haze myself just then.’
‘The great adventure?’
‘Yes,’ said Martyn gratefully. ‘I’ve an idea he said something about my performance. Perhaps I should explain that I knew he must be very disappointed and upset about my going on instead of Miss Gainsford but his manner was not unfriendly and I have the impression that he meant to say he didn’t bear for me, personally, any kind of resentment. But that’s putting it too definitely. I’m not at all sure what he said, except for that one sentence. Of that I’m quite positive.’
‘Good,’ Alleyn said. ‘Thank you. Did you hear this remark, Mr Doré?’
Jacko said promptly: ‘But certainly. I was already in the passage and he spoke loudly as I came up.’
‘Did you form any opinion as to what he meant?’
‘I was busy and very pleased with this infant and I did not concern myself. If I thought at all it was to wonder if he was going to make a scene because the niece had not played. He had a talent for scenes. It appears to be a family trait. I thought perhaps he meant that this infant would not be included in some scene he planned to make or be scolded for her success.’
‘Did he seem to you to be upset?’
‘Oh, yes. Yes. Upset. Yes.’
‘Very much distressed, would you say?’
‘All his visage wanned?’ inquired a voice in the background. ‘Tears in his eyes. Distraction in’s aspect?’
Alleyn moved his position until he could look past Gay and Darcey at the recumbent doctor. ‘Or even,’ he said, ‘his whole function suiting with forms to his conceit?’
‘Hah!’ the doctor ejaculated and sat up. ‘Upon my soul the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Even to the point where the dull detection apes at artifice, inspectors echo with informéd breath their pasteboard prototypes of fancy wrought. I am amazed and know not what to say.’ He helped himself to snuff and fell back into a recumbent position.
‘Please don’t mind him,’ Helena said, smiling at Alleyn. ‘He is a very foolish vain old man and has read somewhere that it’s clever to quote in a muddled sort of way from the better known bits of the Bard.’
‘We encourage him too much,’ Jacko added gloomily.
