“Looking forward to it,” I said.
“And you, Marshal?”
“Me, too,” Virgil said.
“Fantastic,” he said, then stopped walking.
We stopped as well, because he was leaning in as if he needed to say something.
“Look,” Beauregard said. “I know we got off on the wrong foot and I know you don’t much care for me. But I just want you to know, as much as you may despise me, I hold no one more accountable for those despicable feelings toward me other than me.”
“Despicable feelings?” Virgil said, looking around at the crowd. “We’re here like everyone else, to see your show. Ain’t that right, Everett?”
“Just like everyone else,” I said.
“Fine and dandy,” Beauregard said. “But I don’t imagine there’s a day that goes by that either of you are even remotely close to being like everyone else.”
The insides of the tent’s walls were painted to look like a European landscape with various villages on the horizon.
Virgil, Allie, and I took our seats and the show began, starting with Beauregard stepping onstage.
“Appaloosa,” he said. “Let’s start by giving yourselves a big round of applause for being here tonight.”
He clapped and most everyone in the two-hundred-plus crowd did the same.
“Let your friends and family know,” he said. “We will be here each and every evening with a variety of new and exciting entertainment, so keep coming and we’ll keep you feeling glad that you did.”
Beauregard went through the list of the evening’s events to be presented. He let everyone know there would be a three-act play, with intermissions, along with singing, dancing, and fortune-telling by Madame Leroux.
Beauregard ended his intro by saying, “Following the play, we have the most magnificent of magic from Dr. Longfellow, so sit back and enjoy... the show.”
The show got under way and for the most part it was very entertaining. The play was funny. Beauregard and Nell were good performers, and Beauregard actually made Virgil laugh.
The first intermission had a rousing singing and dancing number that included Nell showing off her legs as well as her vocal skills. The bit was enjoyable, but I was curious to see what the next intermission brought with Madame Séraphine Leroux.
The second act of the play seemed to go on forever. It was engaging, but I was anxious to see her when the act ended and Beauregard stepped out onto center stage.
“Now, this is something really special,” he said. “Something I know you all have been waiting for. Allow me to introduce to you the one, the only, the mystic, the clairvoyant, the beautiful... Madame Leroux.”
Beauregard held out his hand toward the side wing and Madame Leroux walked onstage.
Virgil leaned forward and looked to me.
I could not take my eyes off of her.
Madame Leroux was a beautiful woman wearing a turban, but she was someone else, someone other than Séraphine. She was an exotic-looking woman, but she was weathered, with a dark complexion, and looked to be maybe sixty-five or seventy years old.
Virgil leaned Allie forward a bit and edged himself over behind her, cupping his mouth as he spoke in my ear. Allie looked back and forth between Virgil and me.
“Nice-enough-looking lady, Everett,” he said. “A little long in the tooth for you, though, don’t ya think?”
He leaned back in his seat but remained looking at me.
I looked at him.
He nodded, offering a slight encouraging smile with his eyebrows raised.
78
Before Madame Leroux wrapped up her show of holding cards to her head and guessing the numbers and suits, or picking people from the audience and telling them where they came from and letting them know someone just died or someone was just born, I got up from my seat and walked out of the tent.
From inside the big tent I heard whistles and clapping as I made my way through the pavilions and found Madame Leroux’s trailer.
I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I opened the door and had a look inside.
“Hey,” a gruff voice said. “Whatcha doing there, mister?”
The voice was from a little fella in a high-top silk gent’s hat. He was wearing suspenders holding up baggy trousers over his long johns.
“Looking for Séraphine,” I said.
“This is Madame Leroux’s trailer,” he said.
Just then Madame Leroux came walking up.
“This fella was looking through your trailer,” the man said.
“Not looking through your trailer,” I said.
“Said he’s looking for...?”
“Séraphine,” I said.
“This is my trailer, young man,” she said.
“Why are you looking through her trailer?” the fella said.
“I’m not,” I said.
“Looked like it to me,” the fella said.
“Séraphine. I’m looking for Séraphine.”
“I know,” he said. “You said that.”
Madame Leroux shook her head.
“This is my trailer,” she said.
“Do you know where I can find her?” I said.
“No,” she said. “I don’t know any Séraphine.”
The little man shook his head.
“No Séraphine on this show, bub,” he said.
“I saw her,” I said. “In this very trailer when you rode into this town. I saw her in the window of this trailer.”
“I know Deputy Chastain,” Madame Leroux said. “He’s made an arrest here before and he will do it again. If I find anything missing, you could find yourself in trouble.”
I was listening to her, but I wasn’t really listening to her. I looked around, thinking, but wasn’t even sure what the hell I was even thinking about. My mind was racing as I tried to come to some understanding about everything that had led up to this very moment.
Without even thinking, I showed Madame Leroux and the fella with the top hat my badge.
“You don’t have to worry about me stealing anything from you, Madame Leroux,” I said. “I’m a territorial deputy marshal. My name is Hitch, Everett Hitch.”
“Oh,” she said, “Well, okay, I’m sorry...”
“No, no,” I said. “It’s okay.”
“Do you have a young lady on the show,” I said, “lovely, intense, beautiful, with very long dark hair, pale complexion, blue eyes. She’s slender, a little on the tall side?”
The little man shook his head.
“Sorry, young man,” Madame Leroux said. “Sounds to me you’ve been duped.”
The little fella nodded.
“No woman like that on this show,” he said. “I can tell you that for certain.”
Wallis, I thought. Wallis.
“Appreciate it,” I said. “Thank you...”
I walked off, leaving Madame Leroux and the little fella in the top hat and headed for the Boston House.
I walked briskly through the streets as my mind raced. What the hell? What was this? Who is she? Where is she? Why did she leave me to believe she was with this damn show? She was here, by God. She was most certainly here.
The Boston House was busy when I entered, and Wallis looked up at me when I walked in and made my way through the crowd and up to the bar.
“Everett,” he said with a big smile. “What can I get you?”
“Need to talk to you,” I said.
“You want something?” he said.
“Not at the moment,” I said.
“What’s up?” he said.
“You remember when I was here,” I said, “a while back? I came in when you were closing up?”
“Sure,” he said.
“You remember the woman that walked in?” I said. “We sat right there?”
“What woman?” he said with a blank look on his face.
I pointed to the table where we sat.