The Sleuthing Starlet Mysteries
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“Then he shall have it,” Veronica said grandly.
“Splendid,” the constable said, and his voice became higher pitched.
Veronica often had that effect on men, but she restrained from giving him a condescending smile.
“I can’t believe I wasted time being free writing a thesis about you,” Rollo said irritatedly.
“I would love to read it,” Veronica said.
“I think that won’t be possible,” Cora whispered.
“Right.” Veronica glanced at the handcuffs. “Pity. Next time, I’ll try to get my friend not to have fans arrested.”
“I think you have enough,” Police Constable Meeks said gallantly.
“Perhaps.” Veronica smiled. “Thank you again.”
When the door closed, Veronica turned to Cora. “It’s a pity you had to arrest a fan,” Veronica mused. “I did like Rollo.”
“I wasn’t arresting anyone,” Cora said.
“Well, just gathering facts and calling the police so they haul him away,” Veronica said. “You came as close to arresting him as a civilian could.”
“I did, didn’t I?” Cora said thoughtfully.
“Now you’re going to have to tell me what happened,” Randolph said sternly.
Aunt Maggie and Pop murmured agreement.
So Cora told them.
Epilogue
“Are you certain you want to continue living here?” Randolph asked.
Cora nodded. “It’s still in a wonderful neighborhood.”
“There are many wonderful neighborhoods in London,” Randolph said.
“But none quite like Bloomsbury. Besides, Archibald likes it here, don’t you Archibald?”
Archibald wagged his tail merrily.
“Well, I won’t go against what you want,” Randolph said.
“The dumbwaiter will need to be repaired,” Cora said. “I quite like it as an escape route.”
“Talk like that makes me question whether you should still be living there,” Randolph said.
Cora sighed. Rollo was in jail, and he would likely hang. He had murdered Mr. Tehrani after all. The judge fortunately did not seem to think it mattered that Mr. Tehrani was a foreigner or that Rollo had done it for the woman he loved, no matter how confused Rollo seemed to be during the trial that the judge did not consider those things to be of the same importance as Rollo had.
Randolph and she strolled toward Soho. Pop was giving another performance tonight. They moved from street to street, the names famous from films and books and Cora’s heart felt full.
“You look beautiful,” Randolph said.
“It’s the cold,” Cora said quickly. “It makes my cheeks pinken. That’s all.”
He shook his head. “No, it’s you.”
And then he took her into his arms and kissed her, even though they were in the middle of the sidewalk, and even though passers-by shot them disgruntled looks when they separated.
Before long they arrived at the club.
“Cora!” Pop beamed. “Nice to see you. Tonight’s my last show.”
“Truly?” Cora asked, and her heart tightened. “I didn’t know you were leaving so soon.” She glanced at the poster behind them which clearly advertised that Pop would be performing through the end of the next month.
“I’m going to take that gig in Austria,” Pop said.
“Austria?” Randolph sputtered.
“What’s wrong with Austria?” Pop frowned slightly, and Randolph stiffened, perhaps aware that it wasn’t customary to point out instances of poor judgement to one’s sweetheart’s father.
“I just meant they’ve recently been invaded,” Randolph said.
“That doesn’t mean they’ve stopped appreciating music. Besides, invasion is too strong a word. They’ve recently welcomed the German government in,” Pop said, stressing the word “welcomed.” “Seems to me that they’re pretty happy about it.”
“You can’t believe everything the newspapers say,” Randolph said stiffly.
“Well, what else are we supposed to believe?” Pop asked, frowning slightly.
Randolph was silent and the awkwardness intensified.
Cora took Randolph’s hand in his. “Randolph works for the government. He knows some things.”
“Hmph,” Pop said. “Seems to me the British government is spending a lot of time telling the public that everything is fine. I, for one, am going to listen to them. Or do you disagree with your prime minister?”
“Chamberlain?” Randolph smiled, as if aware Pop was trying to catch him being disloyal. “Chamberlain is a fine man, and we’ll see if he can work out something with Hitler to ease the European tension. He’s going to give it his very best shot.”
“I’m sure he will,” Pop said. “Chamberlain is well-educated. Hitler was just some failed artist-turned-thug.”
“You mustn’t talk like that when you’re in Austria,” Cora said.
“Oh, I respect him. How can you not? He found a path to power despite his significant disadvantages.”
“Like not being actually German,” Randolph grumbled.
“Yes, like that,” Pop agreed. “But I’m a singer. I have no interest in politics. I just want to make people happy.”
“You’re good at that,” Cora said, remembering all the people in the nightclub. There’d never been an evening when every table hadn’t been full, and there’d never been a night when people hadn’t been transfixed.
“I know.” He winked.
“Well, be careful,” Randolph said. “And keep in touch with Cora. I know she’ll appreciate that.”
Pop stared at Randolph, and a smile formed upon his lips. “You know, normally I might be irritated at your abundance of protective instincts. But since you’re seeing Cora, I actually think that’s quite a good quality. You know, she has a habit of getting herself into trouble.”
Randolph grinned. “I know.”
“I should never have let her star in the Gal Detective series,” Pop said, shaking his head. “It just gave her ideas.”
“Nonsense,” Cora said. “I don’t try to find trouble.”
“It just seems to find you, hmm?” Pop’s eyes twinkled. “You know you might not be that dissimilar from your old man after all.”
Cora felt her cheeks warm.
“You’ll take care of her?”
“I sure will,” Randolph said, squeezing Cora’s hand again.
“What’s going to happen to your show?” Cora asked, anxious to change the subject.
Pop smiled. “I recommended a great singer to the nightclub. They’re going to contact her soon.”
“What’s her name?” Cora asked.
“Well, she’s been going by the name Cora Clarke.”
Cora widened her eyes. “You want me to take over?”
Pop nodded. “You’re up for it.”
“But I’ve never done that before.”
“Nonsense. You’ve been singing and dancing since you were little. No one is more up for it than you. You’ve got the gift. I have it, and your mother has it too.”
“But I left Hollywood.”
“I shouldn’t have pressured you to stay. Look, I get it. You don’t like acting. That’s fine. Plenty of people do like acting, and you don’t have to compete with them. But you can’t tell me you don’t like the other things. I know you too well.”
Pop was right. She did enjoy singing and dancing.
“Their next performer is scheduled to arrive in May. Until then, the role is yours. Luckily, the nightclub owner saw your work the other night. He was sold. He even mentioned that your name would be a bigger draw than mine.”
“I doubt that,” Cora said.
Pop shrugged, and his eyes sparkled.
“I’ll have a lot of work to do,” Cora said.
“Better that than solving murders,” Pop said. “And if you find you don’t like it, you can think about switching to directing or producing. Maybe you can get some other people lined up to perform, so you don’
t have to do it all yourself.”
Cora’s heartbeat quickened.
Pop was right. This was something she could do. This was something she was good at.
She’d been foolish to run away from her life all together. She had learned some things in the past.
“Come,” Pop said. “Let me introduce you to the club’s owner.”
Cora followed him inside. Randolph still held her hand, and Cora’s heart still tapped a pleasant rhythm in her chest.
“Let me get him,” Pop said. “Wait here.”
“Do you think he’ll really be fine?” Cora asked.
“I hope so,” Randolph said.
Cora nodded. Strange things were happening in Europe. But if anyone would be fine there, it would be Pop.
Excitement thrummed through Cora as she gazed around the club. This would be where she would perform. This would be where her new career would start.
She was grateful she’d managed to escape from Lionel and Rollo. Mr. Tehrani had died too young, but his murder would be avenged, and now her life could continue as before.
Randolph took her into his arms, and everything around Cora was warm and wonderful.
He removed her hat. “The problem with these things, is that they’re not suited for kissing.”
“Is this a time for kissing?” Cora’s voice trembled, and her heart beat against her ribs.
Randolph swept her into his arms. “It certainly is.”
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