Kitabı oku: «Призрак оперы / The Phantom of the Opera», sayfa 8
“I am not in the mood to let myself be laughed at long,” said Firmin Richard.
“It’s harmless enough,” observed Armand Moncharmin. “What is it they really want? A box for tonight?”
M. Firmin Richard told his secretary to send Box Five on the grand tier to Mm. Debienne and Poligny, if it was not sold. It was not. It was sent off to them.
They shrugged their shoulders and regretted that two men of that age should amuse themselves with such childish tricks.
“By the way,” said Moncharmin, “they seem to be greatly interested in that little Christine Daae!”
The whole day was spent in discussing, negotiating, signing or cancelling contracts; and the two overworked managers went to bed early, without casting a glance at Box Five to see whether M. Debienne and M. Poligny were enjoying the performance.
Next morning, the managers received a card of thanks from the ghost:
Dear Mr. Manager:
Thanks. Charming evening. Daae is wonderful. Choruses want waking up. Carlotta is a splendid commonplace instrument. I will write you soon for the 240,000 francs, or 233,424 fr. 70 c., to be correct. Mm. Debienne and Poligny have sent me the 6,575 fr. 30 c.; their privileges finished.
Kind regards.
O. G.
On the other hand, there was a letter from Mm. Debienne and Poligny:
Gentlemen:
We are much obliged for your kind thought of us, but you will easily understand that we have no right to occupy Box Five on the grand tier, which is the exclusive property of him of whom we spoke to you when we went through the memorandum-book with you for the last time. See Clause 98, final paragraph.
“Oh, those fellows are beginning to annoy me!” shouted Firmin Richard.
And that evening Box Five was sold.
The next morning, Mm. Richard and Moncharmin, on reaching their office, found an inspector’s report relating to an incident that had happened, the night before, in Box Five. I give the essential part of the report:
“I was obliged to call in a municipal guard 30twice, this evening, to clear Box Five on the grand tier, once at the beginning and once in the middle of the second act. The occupants, who arrived as the curtain rose on the second act, created a regular scandal by their laughter and their ridiculous observations. There were cries of “Hush!” all around them and the whole house was beginning to protest, when the box-keeper came to me. I entered the box and said what I thought necessary. The people did not seem to me to be in their right mind; and they made stupid remarks. I said that, if the noise was repeated, I should be compelled to clear the box. The moment I left, I heard the laughing again, with fresh protests from the house. I returned with a municipal guard, who turned them out. They protested, still laughing, saying they would not go unless they had their money back. At last, they became quiet and I allowed them to enter the box again. The laughter at once recommenced; and, this time, I had them turned out definitely”.
“Send for the inspector,” said Richard to his secretary, who had already read the report and marked it with blue pencil.
M. Remy, the secretary called the inspector at once.
“Tell us what happened,” said Richard bluntly.
The inspector began to splutter and referred to the report.
“Well, but what were those people laughing at?” asked Moncharmin.
“They seemed more inclined to laugh, sir, than to listen to good music. The moment they entered the box, they came out again and called the box-keeper, who asked them what they wanted. They said, ‘Look in the box: there’s no one there, is there?’ ‘No,’ said the woman. ‘Well,’ said they, ‘when we went in, we heard a voice saying that the box was taken!’”
M. Moncharmin could not help smiling as he looked at M. Richard; but M. Richard did not smile.
“However, when the people arrived,” roared Richard, “there was no one in the box, was there?”
“Not a soul, sir, not a soul! Nor in the box on the right, nor in the box on the left: not a soul, sir, I swear! The box-keeper told it me often enough, which proves that it was all a joke.”
“Oh, you agree, do you?” said Richard. “You agree! It’s a joke! And you think it funny, no doubt?”
“I think it in very bad taste, sir.”
“And what did the box-keeper say?”
“Oh, she just said that it was the Opera ghost. That’s all she said!”
And the inspector grinned. M. Richard became furious.
“Send for the box-keeper!” he shouted. “Send for her! This minute! This minute! And bring her in to me here! And turn all those people out!”
The inspector tried to protest, but Richard closed his mouth with an angry order to hold his tongue. Then, when the wretched man’s lips seemed shut, the manager commanded him to open them once more.
