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“Or just a desire for more privacy than their own rooms provided,” Tom said, pushing aside a<br />
set of curtains and considering the walls of boxes behind it. “Heaven knows, this place is full of<br />
enough nooks and crannies to accommodate an army of forbidden lovers. But it makes me wonder –<br />
had they decided in advance to meet and if so, how would their killer have known their agreed-upon<br />
time and place? Or was the tryst a last minute decision, with the man perhaps luring each of them<br />
here with a note that each believed was written by the other?”<br />
“More likely their killer overheard them planning to meet,” Emma said. “It is easy to<br />
eavesdrop in this theater. The acoustics are extraordinary.”<br />
“Which implies that our murderer is part of the dance troupe,” Tom said. “Or perhaps even<br />
someone in their confidence. Their own Friar Lawrence, so to speak.”<br />
“Rayley and Trevor got the pages from the police report after luncheon, did they not?”<br />
Tom rolled his eyes. “No plural needed, darling. The report was a single page. And the<br />
police had collected no weapon, no samples of clothing, nothing at all. That is why I need to talk to<br />
the Kirby woman. At least she was at the scene before they moved the bodies and, who knows, those<br />
eagle eyes may have noticed something. Odd she still isn’t here. Perhaps I should go back down and<br />
check the hall again.”<br />
“Saying you would meet her in the theater was a rather imprecise location,” Emma said. “But<br />
wait a second, there’s only this one last room. It appears to be costumes too, or some sort place<br />
where they do the mending and sewing…”<br />
She had walked three steps in when she saw them. For a moment she thought they were unreal<br />
– dummies used in a play, perhaps, or dressmaker’s models. And then, judging by their prone<br />
position, cast among the garments on the floor, she thought that perhaps they were dead. It was this<br />
last thought that prompted her scream and the fact that she spun on her heel, crashing directly into<br />
Tom, who had entered the room no more than a few beats behind her. But the sound roused the lovers<br />
from their distraction and they leapt apart, thus proving, even in the shadowy darkness, that they were<br />
both quite real and very much alive. Konstantin sprang to his feet instinctively, causing Emma to give<br />
another small exclamation, this one more of a yelp. Tatiana, prompted by another sort of instinct,<br />
went scrambling beneath a nearby pile of clothes, but not before catching a glimpse of the expression<br />
on Tom’s face.<br />
“We beg your pardon,” he said smoothly, backing out, pulling Emma with him. She had once<br />
again closed her eyes, offering further proof of Konstantin’s theories, for she followed Tom’s lead