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blamed on the mysterious Phantom. Thus the legend began.’
    ‘ Mon Dieu , but I have heard of this. Ten years … no, it must be more … I was summoned to give the last rites to some poor wretch who was found hanged. Someone told me then that the Phantom had done it.’
    ‘The man’s name was Buquet, Father. But it was not Erik. Joseph Buquet was given to periods of great depression and certainly took his own life. At first I welcomed the rumours for I thought they would keep my poor boy - for thus I thought of him - safe in his small kingdom in the darkness below the Opera and perhaps they would have done, until that dreadful autumn of ‘93. He did something very foolish, Father. He fell in love.
    ‘Then she was called Christine Daae. You probably know her today as Madame la Vicomtesse de Chagny.’
    ‘But this is impossible. Not …’
    ‘Yes, the same one, then a chorus girl in my charge. Not much of a dancer, but a clear, pure voice. But untrained. Erik had listened night after night to the greatest voices in the world; he had studied the texts, he knew how she should be coached. When he had finished, she took over the leading role one night and by morning had become a star.
    ‘My poor, ugly, outcast Erik thought she might love him in return but of course it was impossible. For she had her own young love. Driven by despair, Erik abducted her one night, from the very centre of the stage, in the middle of his own opera Don Juan Triumphant .’
    ‘But all Paris heard of this scandal, even a humble priest like me. A man was killed.’
    ‘Yes, Father. The tenor Piangi. Erik did not mean to kill him, just to keep him quiet. But the Italian choked and died. Of course it was the end. By chance the Commissioner of Police was in the audience that night. He summoned a hundred gendarmes; they took blazing torches and with a mob of vengeance-seekers descended into the cellars, right to the level of the lake itself.
    ‘They found the secret stairs, the passages, the house by the lake, and they found Christine shocked and swooning. She was with her suitor, the young Vicomte de Chagny, dear sweet Raoul. He took her away and comforted her as only a man can, with strong arms and gentle caresses.
    ‘Two months later she was found with child. So he married her, gave her his name, his title, his love and the necessary wedding band. The son was born in the summer of ‘94 and they have brought him up together. And she went on these past twelve years to become the greatest diva in all Europe.’
    ‘But they never found Erik, my child? No trace of the Phantom, I seem to recall.’
    ‘No, Father, they never found him. But I did. I returned desolate to my small office behind the chorus room. When I drew aside the curtain of my wardrobe niche, there he was, the mask he always wore, even alone, clutched in his hand, crouching in the dark as he used to beneath the stairs at my apartment eleven years before.’
    ‘And of course you told the police …’
    ‘No, Father, I did not. He was still my boy, one of my two boys. I could not hand him over to the mob again. So I took a woman’s hat and heavy veil, a long cloak … we walked side by side down the staff staircase and out into the street, just two women fleeing into the night. There were hundreds of others. No-one took any notice.
    ‘I kept him for three months at my apartment half a mile away, but the “wanted” notices were everywhere. And a price on his head. He had to leave Paris, leave France entirely.’
    ‘You helped him to escape, my child. That was a crime and a sin.’
    ‘Then I will pay for it, Father. Soon now. That winter was bitter, hard and cold. To take a train was out of the question. I hired a diligence, four horses and a closed carriage. To Le Havre. There I left him hidden in cheap lodgings while I scoured the docks and their seedy bars. Finally I found a sea captain, master of a small freighter bound for New York and one to take a bribe and ask no