The Problem of Dressing Room A | Page 3

no immediate
intention of changing her condition," Hatch resumed, staring curiously
at the thin face of the scientist. "I presume she had admirers--most
beautiful women of the stage have--but she is one whose life has been
perfectly clean, whose record is an open book. I tell you this because it
might have a bearing on your conclusion as to a possible reason for her
disappearance.
"Now the actual circumstances of that disappearance. Miss Wallack has
been playing in Shakespearean repertoire. Last week she was in
Springfield. On Saturday night, which concluded her engagement there,
she appeared as Rosalind in 'As You Like It.' The house was crowded.
She played the first two acts amid great enthusiasm, and this despite the
fact that she was suffering intensely from headache to which she was
subject at times. After the second act she returned to her dressing room
and just before the curtain went up for the third the stage manager
called her. She replied that she would be out immediately. There seems
no possible shadow of doubt that it was her voice.
"Rosalind does not appear in the third act until the curtain has been up
for six minutes. When Miss Wallack's cue came she did not answer it.
The stage manager rushed to her door and again called her. There was
no answer. Then, fearing that she might have fainted, he went in. She
was not there. A hurried search was made without result, and the stage
manager finally was compelled to announce to the audience that the
sudden illness of the star would make it impossible to finish the

performance.
"The curtain was lowered and the search resumed. Every nook and
corner back of the footlights was gone over. The stage doorkeeper,
William Meegan, had seen no one go out. He and a policeman had been
standing at the stage door talking for at least twenty minutes. It is
therefore conclusive that Miss Wallack did not leave by that exit. The
only other way it was possible to leave the stage was over the footlights.
Of course she didn't go that way. Yet no trace of her has been found.
Where is she?"
"The windows?" asked The Thinking Machine.
"The stage is below the street level," explained Hatch. "The window of
her dressing room, Room A, is small and barred with iron. It opens into
an air shaft that goes straight up for ten feet, and that is covered with an
iron grating fixed in the granite. The other windows on the stage are not
only inaccessible but are also barred with iron. She could not have
approached either of these windows without being seen by other
members of the company or the stage hands."
"Under the stage?" suggested the scientist.
"Nothing," the reporter went on. "It is a large cemented basement
which was vacant. It was searched, because there was of course a
chance that Miss Wallack might have become temporarily unbalanced
and wandered down there. There was even a search made of the
flies--that is the galleries over the stage where the men who work the
drop curtains are stationed."
There was silence for a long time. The Thinking Machine twiddled his
fingers and continued to stare upward. He had not looked at the reporter.
He broke the silence after a time. "How was Miss Wallack dressed at
the time of her disappearance?"
"In doublet and hose--that is, tights," the newspaper man responded.
"She wears that costume from the second act until practically the end of
the play."

"Was all her street clothing in her room?"
"Yes, everything, spread across an unopened trunk of costumes. It was
all as if she had left the room to answer her cue--all in order even to an
open box of chocolate-cream candy on her table."
"No sign of a struggle, nor any noise heard?"
"No."
"Nor trace of blood?"
"Nothing."
"Her maid? Did she have one?"
"Oh, yes. I neglected to tell you that the maid, Gertrude Manning, had
gone home immediately after the first act. She grew suddenly ill and
was excused."
The Thinking Machine turned his squint eyes on the reporter for the
first time.
"Ill?" he repeated. "What was the matter?"
"That I can't say," replied the reporter.
"Where is she now?"
"I don't know. Everyone forgot all about her in the excitement about
Miss Wallack."
"What kind of candy was it?"
"I'm afraid I don't know that either."
"Where was it bought?'"
The reporter shrugged his shoulders; that was something else he didn't

know.
The Thinking Machine shot out the questions aggressively, staring
meanwhile steadily at Hatch, who squirmed uncomfortably. "Where is
the candy now?" demanded the scientist.
Again Hatch shrugged his shoulders.
"How much did Miss Wallack weigh?"
The reporter was willing to guess at this. He had seen