While the Light Lasts. Агата Кристи

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      On the following morning the first workings of Jake Levitt’s gold-mine became apparent. In her drawing-room, with its red lacquer and black hangings, Olga Stormer read and re-read a letter thoughtfully. Her pale face, with its exquisitely mobile features, was a little more set than usual, and every now and then the grey-green eyes under the level brows steadily envisaged the middle distance, as though she contemplated the threat behind rather than the actual words of the letter.

      In that wonderful voice of hers which could throb with emotion or be as clear-cut as the click of a typewriter, Olga called: ‘Miss Jones!’

      A neat young woman with spectacles, a shorthand pad and a pencil clasped in her hand, hastened from an adjoining room.

      ‘Ring up Mr Danahan, please, and ask him to come round, immediately.’

      Syd Danahan, Olga Stormer’s manager, entered the room with the usual apprehension of the man whose life it is to deal with and overcome the vagaries of the artistic feminine. To coax, to soothe, to bully, one at a time or all together, such was his daily routine. To his relief, Olga appeared calm and composed, and merely flicked a note across the table to him.

      ‘Read that.’

      The letter was scrawled in an illiterate hand, on cheap paper.

       ‘Dear Madam,

      I much appreciated your performance in The Avenging Angel last night. I fancy we have a mutual friend in Miss Nancy Taylor, late of Chicago. An article regarding her is to be published shortly. If you would care to discuss same, I could call upon you at any time convenient to yourself.

       Yours respectfully,

       Jake Levitt’

      Danahan looked slightly bewildered.

      ‘I don’t quite get it. Who is this Nancy Taylor?’

      ‘A girl who would be better dead, Danny.’ There was bitterness in her voice and a weariness that revealed her thirty-four years. ‘A girl who was dead until this carrion crow brought her to life again.’

      ‘Oh! Then …’

      ‘Me, Danny. Just me.’

      ‘This means blackmail, of course?’

      She nodded. ‘Of course, and by a man who knows the art thoroughly.’

      Danahan frowned, considering the matter. Olga, her cheek pillowed on a long, slender hand, watched him with unfathomable eyes.

      ‘What about bluff? Deny everything. He can’t be sure that he hasn’t been misled by a chance resemblance.’

      Olga shook her head.

      ‘Levitt makes his living by blackmailing women. He’s sure enough.’

      ‘The police?’ hinted Danahan doubtfully.

      Her faint, derisive smile was answer enough. Beneath her self-control, though he did not guess it, was the impatience of the keen brain watching a slower brain laboriously cover the ground it had already traversed in a flash.

      ‘You don’t—er—think it might be wise for you to—er—say something yourself to Sir Richard? That would partly spike his guns.’

      The actress’s engagement to Sir Richard Everard, MP, had been announced a few weeks previously.

      ‘I told Richard everything when he asked me to marry him.’

      ‘My word, that was clever of you!’ said Danahan admiringly.

      Olga smiled a little.

      ‘It wasn’t cleverness, Danny dear. You wouldn’t understand. All the same, if this man Levitt does what he threatens, my number is up, and incidentally Richard’s Parliamentary career goes smash, too. No, as far as I can see, there are only two things to do.’

      ‘Well?’

      ‘To pay—and that of course is endless! Or to disappear, start again.’

      The weariness was again very apparent in her voice.

      ‘It isn’t even as though I’d done anything I regretted. I was a half-starved little gutter waif, Danny, striving to keep straight. I shot a man, a beast of a man who deserved to be shot. The circumstances under which I killed him were such that no jury on earth would have convicted me. I know that now, but at the time I was only a frightened kid—and—I ran.’

      Danahan nodded.

      ‘I suppose,’ he said doubtfully, ‘there’s nothing against this man Levitt we could get hold of?’

      Olga shook her head.

      ‘Very unlikely. He’s too much of a coward to go in for evil-doing.’ The sound of her own words seemed to strike her. ‘A coward! I wonder if we couldn’t work on that in some way.’

      ‘If Sir Richard were to see him and frighten him,’ suggested Danahan.

      ‘Richard is too fine an instrument. You can’t handle that sort of man with gloves on.’

      ‘Well, let me see him.’

      ‘Forgive me, Danny, but I don’t think you’re subtle enough. Something between gloves and bare fists is needed. Let us say mittens! That means a woman! Yes, I rather fancy a woman might do the trick. A woman with a certain amount of finesse, but who knows the baser side of life from bitter experience. Olga Stormer, for instance! Don’t talk to me, I’ve got a plan coming.’

      She leant forward, burying her face in her hands. She lifted it suddenly.

      ‘What’s the name of that girl who wants to understudy me? Margaret Ryan, isn’t it? The girl with the hair like mine?’

      ‘Her hair’s all right,’ admitted Danahan grudgingly, his eyes resting on the bronze-gold coil surrounding Olga’s head. ‘It’s just like yours, as you say. But she’s no good any other way. I was going to sack her next week.’

      ‘If all goes well, you’ll probably have to let her understudy “Cora”.’ She smothered his protests with a wave of her hand. ‘Danny, answer me one question honestly. Do you think I can act? Really act, I mean. Or am I just an attractive woman who trails round in pretty dresses?’

      ‘Act? My God! Olga, there’s been nobody like you since Duse!’

      ‘Then if Levitt is really a coward, as I suspect, the thing will come off. No, I’m not going to tell you about it. I want you to get hold of the Ryan girl. Tell her I’m interested in her and want her to dine here tomorrow night. She’ll come fast enough.’

      ‘I should say she would!’

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