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Updated: May 13, 2025
At eleven o'clock that night Glory was putting on her hat and cloak to return home when the call-boy came to the dressing-room door to say that the stage manager was waiting to see her. With a little catch, in her breath, and then with a tightening of the heart-strings, she followed him to the stage manager's office.
"Curtain rising for fourth act, sir," cried the call-boy, putting his head in at the door at that moment. "You see I shall have to say good-bye," said the good-natured manager, rising and moving towards the door; "but I shall look forward to seeing you in October.
Nearly every night before she was half-way into her habit the call-boy came screaming down the passage, calling with the free-and-easy manners prevalent behind the scenes: "Hurry up, Arithelli, or there'll be a row!" The question of a disguise for her was discussed at one of the meetings of the Brotherhood, and it was decided that she should appear as a boy.
In the green-room of one of the great London theatres David Garrick's, perhaps the stage company and their friends were waiting the call-boy and the rising of the curtain. As strange boards as any as broad contrasts. Here a king, with his crown cast down; there a beggar, with his wallet laid aside.
A sudden peal of laughter stopped her, whereupon she threw up her head, and her eyes flashed: but her stout ladyship patted her hands and said: "No offence, Glo, but you re'lly mustn't they're all clergymen's daughters, doncher know?" A sharp knock came to the door, followed by the first call of the call-boy. "Half-hour, ladies."
"And the sympathetic current did the rest!" added Eugenie Gontier, looking at him tenderly. "Since then you have consecrated to me a part of whatever time is at your disposal, and I assure you that I never have been so happy, nor have felt so flattered, in my life." "Second act!" came the voice of the call-boy from the corridor.
When he had taken down half the contents of the small bottle he desisted and poured the rest into the glass, apparently for Cordova's benefit. 'I hope I have left you enough, he said, as he prepared to go. 'My throat felt like a rusty gun-barrel. 'Fright is very bad for the voice, Schreiermeyer remarked, as the call-boy handed him another bottle of beer through the open door.
The attorney then left us. The following day we appeared at the preliminary examination, which proved to be the whole examination as well, since, despite the damning circumstantial evidence against Barker, evidence which shook my belief almost in the veracity of my own eyes, our plain statements, substantiated by the evidence of the call-boy and the two halves of the oriental pebble, one in my possession and the other in Barker's, brought about the discharge of the prisoner from custody; and the "Frewenton Atrocity" became one of many horrible murders, the mystery of which time alone, if anything, could unravel.
"And not yourself?" queried the attorney. "Well, I don't see what that has to do with it," returned Parton. "As to the locality there is no question. He was there. We saw him, and others saw him, and we have taken the trouble to come down here to state the fact, and have brought with us the call-boy from the hotel, who can support our testimony if it is not regarded as sufficient.
There was a tapping at the door; it was the call-boy. But Lionel Moore did not immediately answer the summons. "Look here, Maurice; if you should find anything in the book anything you could say a word in favor of I wish you'd come round to the Garden Club with me, after the performance, and have a bit of supper. Octavius Quirk is almost sure to be there." "What, Quirk?
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