The Night Is Watching

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by Heather Graham

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  “Come, Ms. —or, I guess it’s Agent—Everett!” Henri said, pushing open the slatted doors and escorting her into the Gilded Lily. “Jennie! Come meet our forensic artist!”

  Jane tried to take in the room while a slender woman wearing a flowered cotton dress came out from behind the long bar behind some tables to the left. The Gilded Lily, she quickly saw, was the real deal. She felt as if she’d stepped back in time. Of course, her first case with her Krewe—the second of three units—had been in her own hometown of San Antonio and had actually centered on an old saloon. But the Gilded Lily was a theater and a saloon or bar, and like nothing she’d ever seen before. The front tables were ready for poker players, with period furniture that was painstakingly rehabbed. To the right of the entry, an open pathway led to the theater. Rich red velvet drapes, separating the bar area from the stage and audience section, were drawn back with golden cords. The theater chairs weren’t what she would’ve expected. The original owners had aimed for an East Coast ambience, so they, too, were covered in red velvet. The stage, beyond the audience chairs, was broad and deep, allowing for large casts and complicated sets. She saw what appeared to be a real stagecoach on stage right and, over on stage left, reaching from the apron back stage rear, were railroad tracks.

  “Hello, welcome!”

  The woman who’d been behind the bar came around to the entry, smiling as she greeted Jane. She thrust out her a hand and there was steel in her grip. “I’m Jennie Layton, stage mother. ”

  “Stage mother?” Jane asked, smiling.

  Jennie laughed. “Stage manager. But they call me stage mother—with affection, I hope. I take care of our actors. . . and just about everything else!” she said.

  “Oh, come now! I do my share of the work,” Henri protested.

  Jennie smiled. “At night, we have three bartenders, four servers and a barback. And we have housekeepers who come in, too, but as far as full-time employees go, well, it’s Henri and me. And we’re delighted you agreed to stay here. ”

  “I thought the theater history might help you in identifying the woman,” Henri said.

  “Thank you. That makes sense. And it’s beautiful and unique. ”

  “Lily is unique! And the Gilded Lily is the jewel in her crown,” Henri said proudly.

  “Well, come on up. We have you in the Sage McCormick suite,” Jennie told her, beaming.

  The name was familiar to Jane from her reading. “Sage McCormick was an actress in the late 1800s, right?”

  “All our rooms are now named for famous actors or actresses who came out West to play at the Gilded Lily,” Henri said. “Sage, yes—she was one of the finest. She was in Antigone and Macbeth and starred in a few other plays out here. She was involved in a wonderful and lascivious scandal, too—absolutely a divine woman. ” He seemed delighted with the shocking behavior of the Gilded Lily’s old star. “I’ll get your bag. ”

  “Oh, I’m fine,” Jane said, but Henri had grabbed it already.

  “Tut, tut,” he said. “You may be a very capable agent, Ms. Everett, but here in Lily. . . a gent is a gent!”

  “Well, thank you, then,” Jane said.

  Jennie showed the way up the curving staircase. The landing led to a balcony in a horseshoe shape. Jane looked down at the bar over a carved wooden railing, then followed Jennie to the room at the far end of the horseshoe. This room probably afforded the most privacy, as there was only one neighbor.

  “The Sage McCormick suite,” Jennie said, opening the door with a flourish.

  It was a charming room. The bed was covered with a quilt—flowers on white—and the drapes were a filmy white with a crimson underlay.

  “Those doors are for your outdoor balcony. It overlooks the side street but also gives you a view of the main street, although obstructed, I admit,” Jennie said.

  “And the dressing room through here. . . ” Henri entered with her bag, throwing open a door at the rear of the spacious room. “It’s still a dressing room, with a lovely new bath. Nothing was really undone. The first bathrooms were put in during the 1910s. We’ve just updated. And, you’ll note, this one retains a dressing table and these old wooden armoires. Aren’t they gorgeous?”

  They were. The matching armoires were oak, with the symbols of comedy and tragedy carved on each side and on the doors. “They were a gift to Sage when she was here,” Henri said reverently. “A patron of the arts was so delighted that he had these made for her!”

  Jane peeked beyond. The bathroom was recently updated and had a tiled shower and whirlpool bath. The color scheme throughout was crimson and white with black edging.

  “This is really lovely. Thank you,” Jane said again.

  “It’s our best suite!” Henri gestured expansively around him.

  “How come neither of you are in here?” Jane asked, smiling. “And what about your stars? I don’t want to put anyone out. ”

  “Oh,” Jennie said. “Our ‘stars’ tend to be superstitious. They’re in the other rooms on this level. ” With a quick grin she added, “And Henri and I are quite happy in our own rooms. . . ”

  Jane waited for her to say more.

  Henri spoke instead. “Sage McCormick. . . ” His voice trailed off. “Well, theater folk are a superstitious bunch. I mean, you know about her, don’t you?”

  “I know a little,” Jane said. “She disappeared, didn’t she?”

  “From this room,” Jennie explained. “There’s all kinds of speculation. Some people believe she was a laudanum addict, and that she wandered off and met with a bad end at the hands of outlaws or Indians. Laudanum was used like candy back then. Lord knows how many people died from overusing it. Like today’s over-the-counter pills. Too much and—”

  “And some people believe she simply left Lily with her new love—supposedly she intended to elope—and changed her identity,” Henri said impatiently. “Prior to that, she’d met and married a local man and they had a child together. ”

  “Really? But she still kept her room at the Gilded Lily?” Jane asked.

  “Of course. She was the star. ” Henri spoke as if this was all that needed to be said.

  “Anyway, the last time anyone reported seeing her was when she retired to this room after a performance,” Henri went on.

  “Her esteemed rendition of Antigone!” Jennie said.

  “What about the husband? Was he a suspect?” Jane asked.

  “Her husband was downstairs in the bar, waiting for her. He was with a group of local ranchers and businessmen. One of her costars went up to get her, and Sage was gone. Just. . . gone. No one could find her, and she was never seen again,” Jennie told her.

  “Oh, dear! You’re not superstitious, are you?” Henri asked. “I understood that you’re a forensic artist but a law enforcement official, too. ”

  Jane nodded. “I’ll be fine here. ”

  “Well, settle in, then. And, please, when you’re ready, come on down. We’ll be in the theater—I’ll be giving notes on last night’s performance. Join us whenever you’re ready. ”

  “I wouldn’t want to interrupt a rehearsal. ”

  “Oh, you won’t be interrupting. The show is going well. We opened a few weeks ago, but I have to keep my actors off the streets, you know? You’ll get to meet the cast, although the crew won’t be there. This is for the performers. As Jennie mentioned, the cast lives at the Gilded Lily while performing, so you’ll meet your neighbors. ”

  “Thank you,” Jane said, and glanced at her watch. “Sheriff Trent is supposed to be picking me up. I’ll be down in a little while. ”

  “Oh! And here’s your key,” Henri said, producing an old metal key. “The only people here are the cast and crew—”

  “And bartenders and servers and a zillion other people who’ve come to see the show or have a drink,” Jennie added drily. “Use your key. ”

  “I will,” Jane promised.
/>   Henri and Jennie left the room. Jane closed the door behind them and stood still, gazing around. “Hello?” she said softly. “If you’re here, I look forward to meeting you, Sage. What a beautiful name, by the way. ”

  There was no response to her words. She shrugged, opened her bag and began to take out her clothing, going into the dressing room to hang her things in one of the armoires. She placed her makeup bag on the dressing table there, walked into the bathroom and washed her face. Back in the bedroom, she set up her laptop on the breakfast table near the balcony. Never sure if a place would have Wi-Fi, she always brought her own connector.

  Jane decided she needed to know more about Sage McCormick, and keyed in the name. She was astounded by the number of entries that appeared before her eyes. She went to one of the encyclopedia sites, assuming she’d find more truth than scandal there.

  Jane read through the information: Sage had been born in New York City, and despite her society’s scorn for actresses and her excellent family lineage, she’d always wanted to act. To that end, she’d left a magnificent mansion near Central Park to pursue the stage. She’d sold the place when she became the last surviving member of her family. Apparently aware that her choice of profession would brand her as wanton, she lived up to the image, marrying one of her costars and then divorcing him for the embrace of a stagehand. She flouted convention—but was known to be kind to everyone around her. She had been twenty-five when she’d come out to the Gilded Lily in 1870. By that point, she’d already appeared in numerous plays in New York, Chicago and Boston. Critics and audiences alike had adored her. In Lily, she’d instantly fallen in love with local entrepreneur Alexander Cahill, married him almost immediately—and acted her way through the pregnancy that had resulted in the birth of her only child, Lily Cahill. On the night of May 1, 1872, after a performance of Antigone, Sage had gone to her room at the Gilded Lily Theater and disappeared from history. It was presumed that she’d left her husband and child to escape with a new lover, an outlaw known as Red Marston, as Red disappeared that same evening and was never seen in Lily again, nor did any reports of him ever appear elsewhere. Her contemporaries believed that the pair had fled to Mexico to begin their lives anew.

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