brilliantly, of course. Yet something was missing.â He waved a hand in the air. âPerhaps you noticed it yourself, Ariel.â
âI saw her only for short visits,â she answered quietly. âShe had Miss Ames arrange special instruction or expeditions for most of my long holidays. I didnât really have the chance to notice.â
Watching her, Alan saw a flicker of hurt in the depths of her hazel eyes.
âProbably, it was nothing,â said Padgett cheeringly. âPeople do change, after all. And I may have been mistaken.â
In silent agreement, Alan shifted slightly in the doorway. âTell me,â he said. âIf you wished to make it appearâonstageâthat an actor was floating above the ground, could it be done?â
The older man swiveled around to look at him.
âBeing behind the scenes here, I find myself becoming interested in stagecraft,â Alan added.
âAh.â Padgett brightened. âYouâre thinking of something like the ghost in Hamlet , perhaps?â
âA perfect example,â he agreed.
The actor was nodding. âItâs very hard to place the ghost high off the stage,â he declared. âIf you use a platform or a harness, theyâre almost always visible. But you can achieve a fine effect near the ground. You shorten the costume, you see, so that it doesnât reach the floor. Then you put on dead black stockings and make sure the lighting is all upward. The feet just disappear into the shadows and voilà ââhe made a dramatic gestureââthe ghost is floating.â He beamed.
âFascinating,â replied Alan. âDo you know anything about this supposed haunting at Carlton House?â
Padgett looked startled. âIâve heard of it,â he replied cautiously.
âNo more than that?â
He shook his head, his gaze seemingly riveted on Lord Alanâs face.
âSuch a trick with the lighting would come in very handy for creating Bess Hardingâs âghost,ââ Alan pointed out.
âI havenât been near Carlton House for three months,â stated Padgett. He ran a hand through his mane of white hair. âIâve never been one of that set. Prinny donât like my politics.â
âCan you prove that?â asked Alan.
âAre you calling me a liar, sir?â The actor stood, throwing out his massive chest. âI may not have been born to the nobility, but my word is good.â
âOf course it is,â soothed Ariel, also rising. âLord Alan wasnât doubting you. He is merely looking for information.â
âWell, I havenât any,â answered Padgett truculently.
Ariel moved toward the door of the tiny room. âWe must catch Maria before she goes. You will let me know if you remember anything further about Bess?â
The older man took a visible breath. âAnything for you, my dear child,â he replied finally. His tone clearly implied that the same did not go for others who might be present.
Ariel gave him a brilliant smile. âThank you,â she said and urged Lord Alan out into the corridor once again.
âWe will never get anywhere if you continually undermine my lines of questioning,â Alan protested.
âWe will never get anywhere if you antagonize everyone we speak to,â she retorted.
âWe are not here to engage in amiable chitchat or to hear useless reminiscences. We must get to the heart of the matter and adhere to the facts.â
âBut what he said about my mother being different the last twoââ
âMoonshine,â snapped Alan. âA waste of time.â
Ariel gave him an exasperated look. She started to speak, but they had reached a closed door near the end of the hall, and instead she raised her hand and knocked on it.
âYes?â replied a resonant female voice. The door opened to reveal a tall, statuesque woman with lustrous black hair and