This concoction was served in enamel mugs, at odd intervals, to anyone who asked for it and Martyn found herself eating her share in company with Bob Cringle, Mr Poole’s dresser. From him she learnt more about Mr Jacques Doré. He was responsible for the décor and dressing of all Poole’s productions. His official status was that of assistant to Mr Poole but in actual fact he seemed to be a kind of superior odd-job man. ‘General dogsbody,’ Cringle gossiped, ‘that’s what Mr Jacko is. “Poole’s Luck” people call him, and if the guvnor was superstitious about anything, which ‘e is not, it would be about Mr Jacko. The lady’s the same. Can’t do without ‘im. As a matter of fact it’s on ‘er account ‘e sticks it out. You might say ‘e’s ‘er property, a kind of pet, if you like to put it that way. Joined up with ‘er and ‘is nibs when they was in Canada and the guvnor still doing the child-wonder at ‘is posh college. ‘E’s a Canadian-Frenchy, Mr Jacko is. Twenty years ago that must ‘ave been, only don’t say I said so. H’s what they call doglike devotion, and that’s no error. To ‘er, not to ‘is nibs.’

‘Do you mean Mr Bennington?’ Martyn ventured.

‘Clark Bennington, the distinguished character actor, that’s right,’ said Cringle drily. Evidently he was not inclined to elaborate this theme. He entertained Martyn, instead, with a lively account of the eccentricities of Dr John Rutherford. ‘My oaff,’ he said, ‘what a daisy! Did you ‘ear ‘im chi-ikeing from the front this morning? Typical! We done three of ‘is pieces up to date and never a dull moment. Rows and ructions, ructions and rows from the word go. The guvnor puts up with it on account he likes the pieces and what a time ‘e has with ‘im, oh, dear. It’s something shocking the way doctor cuts up. Dynamite! This time it’s the little lady and ‘is nibs and Mr Parry Profile Percival ‘e’s got it in for. Can’t do nothing to please ‘im. You should ‘ear ‘im at rehearsals. “You’re bastardizing my play,” ‘e ‘owls. “Get the ‘ell aht of it,” ‘e shrieks. You never seen such an exhibition. Shocking! Then the guvnor shuts ‘im up, ‘e ‘as an attack of the willies or what-have-you and keeps aht of the theaytre for a couple of days. Never longer, though, which is very unfortunate for all concerned.’