“You’ll have to confirm that with the authorities,” Violet said. Her face was flushed, and Lindsey could tell she was angry. “Please leave, Harvey.”

“But I’m sure Robbie’s fans will be so moved to hear about you dedicating this show to his memory,” Harvey said. “Would you care to give me an exclusive about your feelings on your friend’s death—you know, for old time’s sake?”

“Get out,” Violet snapped.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Violet? Are you afraid your little theater won’t survive the scandal?” Harvey actually cackled with a manic delight. “Tell me, who do you think did the egotistical no-talent in, anyway? Surely you have some ideas.”

His words were cut off as Sully caught him by the back of the collar and hoisted him out of the seating area. With one hand on the back of his shirt and one on the back of his pants, he carted Harvey to the side door, which Ian helpfully opened. With one great heave, Sully tossed him out and Ian let the door slam back into position.

“All right, Violet?” Sully asked.

“Never better,” she said and she gave him a tight smile.

Ian and Sully headed down the hall that led to the back of the stage and the loading dock to resume work on the set.

“Come on,” Nancy said as she looped her arm through Lindsey’s. “We have a new Puck to outfit.”

Mary, Nancy and Lindsey were in the back room working on the costumes when Lindsey paused and frowned at the other two.

“Is it just me or do you think it’s weird that Harvey asked Violet about the theater being able to survive the scandal?”

“Harvey Wargus is a liver-spotted wart on a toad’s bottom,” Nancy said.

Mary laughed. “Nice bardesque put-down.”

“Thank you,” Nancy said. “But honestly, the man is vile. He hated Robbie and he hates Violet, and he’d like nothing more than to see them suffer.”

“Well, one down then,” Mary said.

“Do you think he might have killed Robbie?” Lindsey asked. “And if so, will he go after Violet next?”

“No,” Nancy said, and then her eyes widened. “Maybe.”

“I think we need to keep an eye on her,” Lindsey said.

“Agreed,” Mary said. “In fact, I’ll go out there right now. I can hem this doublet in the theater while they rehearse.”

She gathered her supplies and draped the costume over her shoulder.

“I’ll make sure Ian and Sully are in the loop,” she said. The door shut behind her, and Lindsey turned to face Nancy.

“I hope I’m just being paranoid,” she said.

“No, I don’t think so,” Nancy said. “And even if you are, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“I suppose,” she said. “I’ll go tell Beth what’s going on. The more people keeping an eye on Violet, the better.”