Murder Unprompted: A Charles Paris Murder Mystery Read Online Free PDF

know,’ said Alex Household, as he made up on the Tuesday evening of the second week, ‘I think it is going to work. I think we will make it.’
    Charles grinned. Closer acquaintance with the other actor had increased his liking for the man. His antagonistic feelings of the first night had just been the product of nerves. Now he found that, so long as he arranged to be out of the dressing room for the ‘Rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub’ routine, he could cohabit with Alex quite happily. He had also found, to his surprise, that Alex had some sense of humour about his various fads and would even respond to gentle teasing on the subject.
    ‘Yes, it’s going to happen,’ Alex continued. ‘I feel my luck is due for a change.’
    ‘Hmm. I gather you’ve had a fairly rough few years.’
    ‘You can say that again. First I had a long patch out of work, then my marriage broke up – are you married, Charles?’
    Difficult question, really. He had married Frances back in 1951, and they weren’t divorced. They had a grown-up daughter, Juliet. On the other hand, he had walked out after ten years and, though he still saw Frances and felt a lot of ill-defined emotion for her, theirs was not what most people meant by a marriage.
    ‘Um, not unmarried,’ he replied cagily.
    Not that Alex was really interested. He continued his own catalogue of disasters. ‘Then I had the breakdown. It was an awful time. I went through everything – drugs, psychotherapy, the lot.
    ‘But that was three years ago. Everything’s going to be all right now. I am going on on that assumption. I’ve just bought this new flat in town, so a nice West End run is just what the mortgage and I need.’
    ‘And if the transfer doesn’t happen . . .’
    ‘Treason, Charles. Don’t even say it.’
    ‘No, I mean have you got another job lined up after this one?’
    Alex shook his head. ‘You?’
    ‘Good Lord, no.’
    A tap on the door prefaced the bursting-in of Lesley-Jane Decker, even more effervescent than usual. She threw her arms round Alex’s neck and looked at him in his mirror. ‘Have you heard, darling?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Wonderful news.’
    ‘Your mother’s gone back to London?’
    Lesley-Jane giggled, then, guiltily, stopped. ‘No, no, Alex. Denis Thornton’s in tonight.’
    ‘Really?’ said both the actors together.
    The name meant a great deal. Denis Thornton had been a successful juvenile in a long string of undemanding West End comedies, but had of latter years turned his talents and money towards management. Though he would still occasionally come back for a sixth-month run in a tailor-made comedy vehicle, most of his energies now went into Lanthorn Productions, which he owned with his partner, Gerard Langley. They were lessees of three or four London theatres and, in difficult times, made commercial theatre work. The shows they put on may have contributed little to the nation’s cultural heritage, but they certainly brought in the coach parties.
    ‘Ah.’ Alex looked complacent. ‘I heard that show at the King’s was doing fairly bad business.’
    ‘King’s would be a bit big for this, wouldn’t it?’ said Charles. ‘It’s more for your grand musicals and.’
    ‘It’d do . . .’ Alex preened himself with a hint of self-parody. ‘Yes, I wouldn’t mind having my name in lights above the title at the King’s.’
    ‘I’m sure you will, darling.’ Lesley-Jane kissed the top of his head. ‘Got to go. I left Mummy in my dressing room. See you.’
    ‘See you.’
    She fizzed out. Charles gestured towards the door with his head.
    ‘She part of your new start, Alex?’
    ‘Why not? As I say, about time my luck changed.’
    ‘Hmm. I thought Peter Hickton had earmarked her.’
    ‘So did he, dear, but experience does tell, you know. It’s my belief that all young girls should have their first affair with an older man. Anyway, dear Peter’s always so busy.’
    ‘You’ve been pretty busy too. Don’t know how you’ve had