The Singular Attitude of a Safety-Pin
Behind the curtain, there was an indescribable crowd. Artists, scene-shifters, dancers, supers, choristers, subscribers were all asking questions, shouting and hustling one another.
“What became of her?”
“She’s run away.”
“With the Vicomte de Chagny, of course!”
“No, with the count!”
“Ah, here’s Carlotta! Carlotta did the trick!”
“No, it was the ghost!”
And a few laughed, especially as a careful examination of the trapdoors and boards had put the idea of an accident out of the question.