“We argued,” said Benjamin. “I pushed him, and he fell. And he died.”
He couldn’t speak for a moment, holding back tears.
“We hid the body,” Elizabeth said finally. “Rather than have a scandal that would interfere with the play’s production. And success. We did it all for success.”
“It was my idea, not Elizabeth’s!” said Benjamin. “I couldn’t let her stand trial, and go to jail, just for being there. For something that was all my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault!” said Elizabeth. “It was an accident! A stupid accident. He fell.”
“We buried him beneath the understage area,” said Benjamin. “He’s still there. No-one ever found him or found out what we’d done. To our oldest friend.”
“Our dearest friend,” said Elizabeth.
“We kept the secret, all these years.”
“Of what we did, for success.”
“Except, there wasn’t any,” said Benjamin. “Frankie Hazzard insisted on major changes in the play. Rewrite after rewrite, that messed up everything. He changed everything that mattered, took all the best lines, and gave them to himself…”
“And every time we objected, he threatened to walk,” said Elizabeth. “And take the play’s funding with him. We had no doubt he’d do it if he couldn’t have his own way. And we were all in too deep, by then.”
“We were desperate to get the play on,” said Benjamin. “After everything we’d done, everything we’d lost…if there was no play, then it had all been for nothing.”
“And in the end, it was,” said Elizabeth. “The changes ruined our play. When we did finally get it on, it died in under two weeks.”
“Frankie Hazzard didn’t give a damn,” said Benjamin. “He walked away. On to his next big movie project.”
“We got the blame,” said Elizabeth. “Frankie Hazzard was a star. Everybody loved him. So how could it be his fault? No, said the critics, and the commentators, it had to be our play, our lousy words, that buried the production.”
“We killed our oldest and dearest friend and covered it up, for fame and glory,” said Benjamin. “And we didn’t get the fame, and we didn’t get the glory. It was all for nothing. And nothing was ever the same after that.”
“We left the Haybarn,” said Elizabeth. “We didn’t have to. The owners still believed in us, we’d made them a lot of money. Far as they were concerned, we were still a good draw. Locally. But we couldn’t stay. Not after what we’d done. Not knowing that Alistair was buried here.”
“And anyway,” said Benjamin, “it was no fun any more, without him. We left. Our careers…never really happened. We kept busy, but…the spark was gone.”
“I sometimes wonder,” said Elizabeth, “whether deep down, we felt we didn’t deserve to succeed.”
“This is all very touching, I’m sure,” said Melody, loud enough to make everyone jump. “But why are we all standing around chatting, when I already told you the Phantom is on his way here to kill us all!”
“Because he isn’t here yet,” said JC. “And this…is the job. The mission. We came to the Haybarn Theatre to discover the reason behind the haunting, so we could…resolve matters. Now we know, perhaps we can make peace between the various parties.”
“Now we know what’s been powering all these visions and manifestations,” said Happy. “Twenty years of unfinished business. Lying there in his grave, dreaming and plotting, gathering his strength…Is there anything stronger than thwarted dreams and ambitions? The loss of the life Alistair Gravel should have had?”
JC stepped forward, to face Elizabeth and Benjamin. She looked tired, beaten down. He looked even worse. But he still had enough left in him to hold Elizabeth protectively as he stared at JC.
“What now?” he said.
“Why did you decide to come back here, after all these years?” said JC. “To revive a play that had only ever brought you pain?”
Benjamin and Elizabeth looked at each other.
“I don’t know,” said Benjamin, frowning. “The idea…came to me, one night.”
“Yes,” said Elizabeth. “The twentieth anniversary was coming up, and even though Benjamin and I never discussed it, we both knew it was much on our minds.”
“And when we did finally discuss it, we couldn’t get the idea out of our heads,” said Benjamin. “I contacted the theatre’s owners, and they said…they’d been waiting to hear from us.”
“It never occurred to me to question any of this before,” said Elizabeth. “But now I come to think about it…”
“You were called back here,” said JC. “Summoned, by a spirit of great power. But why? To tell you both that you had never been forgiven? To punish you?”
“No,” said Melody, caught up in the discussion despite herself. “That’s not it. The ghost put on a really scary show, but it’s clear no-one was ever supposed to get hurt…”
“Old Tom was a mask,” said Happy. “A disguise, for Alistair Gravel. A dead actor, playing a part.”
“I always said that caretaker was too broad a character,” said Elizabeth.
“The moustache didn’t help,” said Benjamin. “Alistair always was too fond of the make-up box.”
“So this has all been about Alistair Gravel,” said JC. “Watching us, as Old Tom. I understand everything, now.”
“Well, not everything,” said Lissa.
They all turned to look at her, and she smiled at them dazzlingly.
“Nothing in this theatre is necessarily what it seems,” she said sweetly. “And not everyone is who they appear to be.”
And she slowly and silently faded away.
TEN
YOU’VE GOT TO GET INTO THE SPIRIT OF THINGS
The living men and women stood close together on the Haybarn Theatre stage, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the spot where Lissa had been standing. Or, at least, at where the thing they thought had been Lissa had been standing. They moved instinctively closer to each other, feeling the need for mutual support. Real people doing real human things, in the face of something long dead and only pretending to be human. A basic need for human warmth and human presence, to counter the cold of the grave and a close encounter with mortality. They needed to look into each other’s eyes and see someone they knew looking back. Actors might be used to dealing with people who aren’t who they appear to be, and Ghost Finders might be used to dealing with things that aren’t what they seem to be; but that only makes it that much harder to handle, knowing how completely you’ve been fooled.
Not all that surprisingly, JC was the first to get his mental feet back under him.
“Happy!” he said sharply, and the telepath jumped and gave JC his full attention.
“Yes, boss?”
“Is everyone else here real? Really real?”
“Way ahead of you,” said Happy. “I scanned everyone still on this stage the moment after Lissa did her disappearing act. Everyone left is who they appear to be. As far as I can tell. Something in this theatre has been messing with my head, and my abilities, ever since I got here.”
“How can we be sure about you?” Elizabeth said bluntly.
“Oh, trust me,” said JC. “No-one else could be that annoying.”
“You want me to prod you with a finger?” said Happy.
“Later, dear,” said Melody.
JC looked steadily at Benjamin and Elizabeth. “You knew Lissa. And you never suspected anything?”
“We never met her before!” said Elizabeth, immediately. “Not in the flesh…”
“I talked to her on the telephone a few times,” said Benjamin. “We knew her work, obviously, that’s why we hired her. But most of our contacts went through her agent. So when she turned up here, early, but looking exactly the way we expected her to, well…We never thought! Why would we?”
“So that was never the real Lissa,” said Happy. “All this time we’ve had two ghosts walking around with us, pretending to be people…And I never suspected anything!”