The Adventures of Sally Part 18
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"You couldn't have done."
"I a.s.sure you I did."
"And it walked away, I suppose," said Miss Hobson with cold scorn, pausing in the operation of brightening up her lower lip with a lip-stick.
A calm, clear voice spoke.
"It was taken away," said the calm, clear voice.
Miss Winch had added herself to the symposium. She stood beside Fillmore, chewing placidly. It took more than raised voices and gesticulating hands to disturb Miss Winch.
"Miss Hobson took it," she went on in her cosy, drawling voice. "I saw her."
Sensation in court. The prisoner, who seemed to feel his position deeply, cast a pop-eyed glance full of grat.i.tude at his advocate.
Mr. Bunbury, in his capacity of prosecuting attorney, ran his fingers through his hair in some embarra.s.sment, for he was regretting now that he had made such a fuss. Miss Hobson thus a.s.sailed by an underling, spun round and dropped the lip-stick, which was neatly retrieved by the a.s.siduous Mr. Cracknell. Mr. Cracknell had his limitations, but he was rather good at picking up lip-sticks.
"What's that? I took it? I never did anything of the sort."
"Miss Hobson took it after the rehearsal yesterday," drawled Gladys Winch, addressing the world in general, "and threw it negligently at the theatre cat."
Miss Hobson seemed taken aback. Her composure was not restored by Mr.
Bunbury's next remark. The producer, like his company, had been feeling the strain of the past few days, and, though as a rule he avoided anything in the nature of a clash with the temperamental star, this matter of the missing paper-knife had bitten so deeply into his soul that he felt compelled to speak his mind.
"In future, Miss Hobson, I should be glad if, when you wish to throw anything at the cat, you would not select a missile from the property box. Good heavens!" he cried, stung by the way fate was maltreating him, "I have never experienced anything like this before. I have been producing plays all my life, and this is the first time this has happened. I have produced n.a.z.imova. n.a.z.imova never threw paper-knives at cats."
"Well, I hate cats," said Miss Hobson, as though that settled it.
"I," murmured Miss Winch, "love little p.u.s.s.y, her fur is so warm, and if I don't hurt her she'll do me no..."
"Oh, my heavens!" shouted Gerald Foster, bounding from his seat and for the first time taking a share in the debate. "Are we going to spend the whole day arguing about cats and paper-knives? For goodness' sake, clear the stage and stop wasting time."
Miss Hobson chose to regard this intervention as an affront.
"Don't shout at me, Mr. Foster!"
"I wasn't shouting at you."
"If you have anything to say to me, lower your voice."
"He can't," observed Miss Winch. "He's a tenor."
"n.a.z.imova never..." began Mr. Bunbury.
Miss Hobson was not to be diverted from her theme by reminiscences of n.a.z.imova. She had not finished dealing with Gerald.
"In the shows I've been in," she said, mordantly, "the author wasn't allowed to go about the place getting fresh with the leading lady. In the shows I've been in the author sat at the back and spoke when he was spoken to. In the shows I've been in..."
Sally was tingling all over. This reminded her of the dog-fight on the Roville sands. She wanted to be in it, and only the recognition that it was a private fight and that she would be intruding kept her silent. The lure of the fray, however, was too strong for her wholly to resist it.
Almost unconsciously, she had risen from her place and drifted down the aisle so as to be nearer the white-hot centre of things. She was now standing in the lighted s.p.a.ce by the orchestra-pit, and her presence attracted the roving attention of Miss Hobson, who, having concluded her remarks on authors and their legitimate sphere of activity, was looking about for some other object of attack.
"Who the devil," inquired Miss Hobson, "is that?"
Sally found herself an object of universal scrutiny and wished that she had remained in the obscurity of the back rows.
"I am Mr. Nicholas' sister," was the best method of identification that she could find.
"Who's Mr. Nicholas?"
Fillmore timidly admitted that he was Mr. Nicholas. He did it in the manner of one in the dock pleading guilty to a major charge, and at least half of those present seemed surprised. To them, till now, Fillmore had been a nameless thing, answering to the shout of "Hi!"
Miss Hobson received the information with a laugh of such exceeding bitterness that strong men blanched and Mr. Cracknell started so convulsively that he nearly jerked his collar off its stud.
"Now, sweetie!" urged Mr. Cracknell.
Miss Hobson said that Mr. Cracknell gave her a pain in the gizzard. She recommended his fading away, and he did so--into his collar. He seemed to feel that once well inside his collar he was "home" and safe from attack.
"I'm through!" announced Miss Hobson. It appeared that Sally's presence had in some mysterious fas.h.i.+on fulfilled the function of the last straw.
"This is the by-G.o.ddest show I was ever in! I can stand for a whole lot, but when it comes to the a.s.sistant stage manager being allowed to fill the theatre with his sisters and his cousins and his aunts it's time to quit."
"But, sweetie!" pleaded Mr. Cracknell, coming to the surface.
"Oh, go and choke yourself!" said Miss Hobson, crisply. And, swinging round like a blue panther, she strode off. A door banged, and the sound of it seemed to restore Mr. Cracknell's power of movement. He, too, shot up stage and disappeared.
"h.e.l.lo, Sally," said Elsa Doland, looking up from her magazine. The battle, raging all round her, had failed to disturb her detachment.
"When did you get back?"
Sally trotted up the steps which had been propped against the stage to form a bridge over the orchestra pit.
"h.e.l.lo, Elsa."
The late debaters had split into groups. Mr. Bunbury and Gerald were pacing up and down the central aisle, talking earnestly. Fillmore had subsided into a chair.
"Do you know Gladys Winch?" asked Elsa.
Sally shook hands with the placid lodestar of her brother's affections.
Miss Winch, on closer inspection, proved to have deep grey eyes and freckles. Sally's liking for her increased.
"Thank you for saving Fillmore from the wolves," she said. "They would have torn him in pieces but for you."
"Oh, I don't know," said Miss Winch.
"It was n.o.ble."
"Oh, well!"
"I think," said Sally, "I'll go and have a talk with Fillmore. He looks as though he wanted consoling."
She made her way to that picturesque ruin.
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