Chapter Twenty-OneThe following afternoon, Ruth waited outside the Duchess Theatre. With just under five hundred seats, it was the smallest of the West End Theatres. Noel Coward’s Blithe Spirit was finishing up nearly two thousand performances. The production had moved from the Piccadilly Theatre after the playhouse was bombed during the Blitz.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about the play’s subject matter or its flamboyant writer, but this would be another opportunity to talk to Amelia’s coworkers. Liz invited her when Norbert announced he would be unable to attend. Ruth needed to understand their relationship with her friend. Amelia was killed at work. Surely her colleagues held the answers to her death.
Men and women dressed in summer finery brushed past Ruth on their way into the theat
