occupant of the dressing-room and said:
âWell, Moira? Nearly ready? I expect the others have all gone.â
It was the thankless duty of those of the staff who had been acting as stewards to see the audience off the building, and then to go round to the dressing-rooms and chivvy the children home. Before Moira could make any reply, there came a series of light taps at the dressing-room door, and the Headmasterâs voice outside said:
âGretta, how long?â
âHaif a tick, Uncle,â replied his niece, collecting her Japanese costume preparatory to stowing it away.
âRight. I shall be in my own room when youâre ready. Iâve told some of the girls to wait for Moira.â
He went away, and the conversation died down among the three women as they hastily concluded their dressing and tidying-up. Then Alceste Boyle, ready to go, turned again to the girl in the far corner of the room, and said, a trifle sharply:
âCome along, Moira. Surely youâre ready by now!â
Moira, with a tear-stained face, came up to her, and said abruptly, because she was upset and nervous:
âMrs. Boyle, I want to speak to you.â
âSay on,â replied Alceste shortly. The tears had irritated her.
âNot here,â said Moira. âWill you come outside a minute? IâI think I know where Miss Ferris is.â
âWhat?â said Alceste, while Miss Freely and Miss Cliffordson came nearer. âWhat do you mean, child?â
âSheâs dead,â said Moira. âI found outâI found herâin the interval I went for a drinkâI didnât like to spoil the showâIâshe . . . Oh, theyâll hang him! And he canât die! He canât!â
âGet out,â said Alceste to the younger mistresses. âFind Mr. Cliffordson at once. See whether itâs true.â
The two went out, and shut the door behind them. When they had gone Alceste turned to the overwrought and frightened girl.
âListen, Moira,â she said. âNobody is going to hang. Now donât be silly any more. I want you to pull yourself together. Stop crying. Itâs quite all right. Thatâs better. Now tell me exactly what you did. Sit down in that chair. Take your time.â
âI was thirsty, and I wanted a drink of water,â said the girl, âso I went to the water-lobby with one of the beakers out of the laboratory to get a drink. It was dark, and I tried to switch on the light, but it didnât come, so I thought if I was careful not to knock the beaker on the tap, I could manage in the dark. I felt carefully, and I touched her. Iâshe was all wetâI went away. I didnât know whether to tell anybody or not.â
âYou donât know, then, that it was Miss Ferris,â said Alceste quietly, âand you donât know whether she was dead. Donât think about it any more. The others will attend to her. Go along home now. Whoâs going with you?â
Moira mentioned the names of one or two of the girls who were in the chorus, and who went past the house where she lived in term-time, with her aunt. Alceste Boyle had just dismissed her when the Headmaster came in. His face was grey. He looked, for the first time in Alceste Boyleâs experience, an old man. He nodded in response to her raised eyebrows.
âIâve sent Browning for a doctor,â he said, âbut thereâs no doubt of it, poor woman. I wonder what on earth was the cause!â
âBut how terrible!â Alceste said. âThere will have to be an inquest, I suppose?â
The words sounded banal and in rather bad taste, she thought, but the shock had been great. The Headmaster nodded.
âBad for the school,â he said. âWell, youâll be wanting to get home, I know. Good night. Donât worry about it, will you? Youâd better not see her. Weâve done what is necessary. Donât
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