Because it took place in a theatre, Rifol decided to write up her third investigation in dramatic form! (You may detect a slight note of dissatisfaction)
‘A Night with the Spirit Fans’ (excerpt from a farce)
Scene 2
Inside a dark, deserted theatre. Enter assorted punters, led by Team Leader, and closely followed by Spouter. All observed by unseen spirits.
TL: Follow me, please.
Spouter: (immediately starts speaking in loud, hectoring voice) I’m sensing a cleaner named Ada, a feisty young actress named Scarlett, a comic named Arthur, a dog named Boo…
(punters look bewildered and wander around like pinballs)
Spirit #1: I’ve no idea who he’s talking about, have you?
Spirit #2: I’ve told him twice to get lost but he takes no notice.
Spouter: … a cub reporter called Jimmy, a horse with no name, a weatherman called Frost, Georgie Fame…
Spirit #2: You know, I don’t think he’s dead.
Spirit #1: Hoi, Mr Spouter… Mr Spouter.. he’s not dead, Georgie Fame. I am, though! Dead as a doornail. All made out of ectoplasm. Mr Spouter! Oh my word! Did you see that? He walked straight through me.
Spirit #2: How rude! Of course, he’s chipsy.
(exuent spirits, in huff)
Spouter: A stage manager called Mac, a detective called Dick, Alice…
Scene 3
Inside the dark, deserted auditorium. Team Leader and punters sit waiting. Spouter stands declaiming. Spirits lean against wall, ethereal arms folded.
Spouter: Marlon Brando in ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ in 1955..
Spirit #1: Played a lot of Shakespeare in the provinces during the 50s, Brando.
Spirit #2: Yes, his Bottom was a wonder to behold.
Spouter: Someone called Jerry, who used to work as a bell boy…
Spirit #1: A bell boy? In a theatre?
Spirit #2: (loudly) Mr Spouter, bell boys work in posh hotels. We don’t have them in theatres. (sighs) He can’t hear me. Mutt and Geoff.
Spirit #1: You know, I don’t think he’s been in a theatre before.
Spouter: Serafina Pekkala, Semolina Pilchard…
Two punters nod off. Another produces a luminous yoyo and starts to amuse himself.
Scene 3:
Backstage. It is dark and deserted. Punters stand around a table, each with one finger on a planchette. Spirits sit on the high catwalk, swinging their legs. It is trainee Spouter’s turn. She barely stops to draw breath.
Trainee Spouter: … an angry singer called Dolores, looking for her daughter, Caitlin. Caitlin was a ballerina, here for an audition, in a pantomime called ‘The Nutcracker’, in 1947.
Spirit #1: Wasn’t this building a cinema in 1947?
Spirit #2: That’s right.
Spirit #1: I expect they had pantos called ‘Swan Lake’ and ‘Les Sylphides’ as well.
Spirit #2: Yup! I remember ‘Sylphides’ well, it was a roaring success. Ended with a comic dance. ‘Swan Lake’ was a bit wet, though.
Punter: I’ve got an itchy ear.
Old punter: That’s sure to be a spirit. I’ve got an itchy ear too!
Other punter: I’ve got a really itchy ear.
Trainee Spouter: I can hear tinkly ballerina music.
Spirit #1: That’ll be for the sand dance in ‘King Lear.’
Me: (Thinks: Dolores, for heaven’s sake!) So what about Dolores? Is that a stage name?
Team leader: Dolores is an Irish name.
Spirit #1: Why do these people make up rubbish about stuff they know nothing about?
Spirit #2: You know, if this lot are going to be here all night, why don’t we slope off?
Spirit #1: Yeah, they can stand in for us.
(spirits exuent)
Trainee Spouter: Oohh! Dolores is cross with me, she’s growling in my ear, but my spirit guide will protect me!
The end
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