Guvânor . . . Would he? . . . Could he? . . . No! We both mentally shook our heads.
âAbout this Daisy person?â I said.
âHrmph! The Guvânor had a hard training. For almost a decade he played in a wide variety of stock companies around the country, mainly in the north. It was his first break when he played the St. Jamesâs Theatre, here in London, in â66. As a young bachelor, he might have been tempted to an occasional brief flirtation with one or more of the young ladies treading the boards in those days. It would be only natural. But I doubt very much that he would have taken advantage of this Daisy in any way. Much more likely that the young woman in question has seen his rise to fame and was lookingâperhaps through our Mr. Richlandâto gain monetarily.â
âYes,â I agreed. âThat does sound reasonable.â
âBesides, it is my understanding that Henry was devoted to the stage and to fine-tuning his acting abilities even to the extent of living an almost monastic existence. No, I think we can dismiss those letters, Harry,â continued Stoker, turning his attention back to his crowded desk. âAt least for now.â
âOh! There was one thing, though.â I suddenly remembered something. âThere was reference in one of the lettersâI didnât read the whole thing, you understand? Just glanced through itâthere was mention of Ralph Bateman.â
âBateman? Are you sure?â
âYes, sir.â
âWhat did it say about him?â
âAs I said, sir, I didnât actually read the letter. Just glanced at it. After all, sir, this was personal correspondence of the Guvânorâs.â
âRight.â Stokerâs brow furrowed. I knew he didnât trust Ralph Bateman. And now it seemed there was a connection between Bateman and the late Peter Richland. âPerhaps we are being a trifle hasty in simply dismissing those letters,â he said, thoughtfully. âIâm thinking it may not be a bad idea to verify whether or not thereâs anything there that might affect the well-being of the Lyceum.â
âWould not the Guvânor have brought such a thing to your attention?â I asked.
âMaybe; maybe not. He always has a lot on his mind, of course. He may have dismissed out of hand much of what Richland wrote. And probably didnât even read all of it. No, on reflection I rather wish you had borrowed one or two of these epistles.â He sighed. âBut I suppose we have enough to worry about with the poisoning and the attempt on your life with that dropped sandbag.â
I thought for a moment before asking, âIf it is Sadlerâs Wells at the bottom of this, sir, what would be their motive?â
âMotive?â He gave a short, sharp laugh. âWe beat them to the opening night, Harry! Our
Hamlet
started a good couple of days before their
Twelfth Night
, so we got the lionâs share of theatre-goers for the all-important start of the season. The pit customers gave us resounding approval. You know how these things go. Now, if Sadlerâs Wells can manage somehow to disrupt our advantageâto perhaps cause us to close
Hamlet
, if only temporarilyâthen it would allow them to catch up and probably take over as the number one London production. Big houses mean big profits, Harry. You know that.â
âYes, sir. I do.â
âThereâs a lot of money at stake here.â
âSo there may very well be some sort of a vendetta being waged against the Lyceum and its production?â
âThat there may, Harry. That there may. And Iâm wondering just where Ralph Bateman stands on that score.â
I was able to get some of my regular work done for an hour or so after that. I must admit that I did have occasional thoughts of young Jenny but tried to put them out of my head and concentrate on Lyceum work. I
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