‘I know about the fight with Ellen.’

‘Why ask me about it, then?’

‘I wanted to hear your side. She’s in the kitchen putting it around that you made a play for Crillick. Your name’s mud among the cast.’

‘Isn’t it always?’

Barky pulled out an old leather trunk from among the props and sat down on it.

‘Is that the truth of it, Zillah? Is that why you came in today? I thought you hated Crillick.’

‘It’s not about him, Barky. There’s someone I need to protect. Going through him was the only option.’

Barky scratched at his chin. He was disappointed in me. I wanted to tell him about the Leopard Lady – that it was her plight that had driven me into Crillick’s office – but I didn’t dare. I needed him to understand and the thought that he might not was crushing, especially in this moment with Ellen’s cruel words ringing in my ears.

‘Nothing happened with Crillick. Nothing,’ I said.

‘Does Ellen know that?’

‘Ellen believes what she wants. She didn’t even see us together.’

‘You were in his office, weren’t you? Not thieving?’

That stung. In a way he was right, but I’d only wanted information to help another. Nothing for myself.

‘But you won’t tell me what you were doing in there?’

When I remained silent, he shrugged. ‘I can’t help you then, girl, but I tell you: be careful. Ellen is your enemy now and she’s turned the rest of the performers against you.’

‘You’re my friend still, though, Barky?’

‘I am, but it won’t be enough. You’ll need to find a way to get her back onside.’

Impossible after what she’d said to me and, though I’d determined never to let anyone at Crillick’s see me cry, I felt the tears start to roll down my face.

‘No need for that,’ Barky said. The words were gruff but his tone was kind. He let me cry for a minute, a silent witness to all the hurt. When I was cried out, he handed me a silk handkerchief and patted my shoulder for good measure.

‘That’s better. Stand up now, Zillah. Walk out with your head high. Don’t let them see you cowed.’

It was good advice and I was thankful for it. Vincent was gone, my friendship with Ellen was over, but at least I knew who I could rely on. Most importantly, I had more information on the Odditorium. There was no address, no directions, but even so I felt a step closer to finding the Leopard Lady. I would have to cling to that.

XXIV

The Dog and Duck at Fleet Street