Tails of Wonder and Imagination - By Ellen Datlow Page 0,158

in this profession, God knows, but you need a bit of grit and spunk to stick to it. Don't you agree?" To my shame I nodded and Roddy gave me a great bear hug.

The next minute the lights had gone up on stage and I was striding into another world as Kent and uttering the first words of the play: "I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall."

Roddy never mentioned Yolande again in my presence, but I believe there was a moment that night at the end of the play when perhaps he remembered her. It came in the final scene when he is on the ground, lamenting over the dead body of Cordelia and I am in attendance, and he says the words:

"A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!

I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever."

At that moment he did something he'd never done before, he looked up at me. There were tears in his eyes, and they were not stage tears. I like to think they weren't.

So we moved to our London venue, the Irving Theatre in The Strand, for a limited run of three months, and the critics fortunately decided that Roddy was a great Lear. All the same, after the exhilaration of the tour when we were all discovering how good the show was, the West End run seemed to be a bit flat, and, of course, because in London most of the cast had their own homes to go to and their own lives to lead, some of the camaraderie in the company went too.

I didn't particularly like the Irving. It's big, draughty old Victorian building, perhaps even a little sinister, and it had, of course, a theatre cat. They're vital things you know, because theatres get rats, and rats gnaw cables, and gnawed electric cables start fires, especially in theatres. The Irving cat was a black Tom called Nimrod, not a very sociable beast, but, as befitted his name, a "mighty hunter before the Lord" who kept the rats and mice down very effectively. But here's a funny thing: about a week into our run Nimrod disappeared.

The theatre manager was very distressed and offered a reward for his discovery and return. There was even a bit in the papers about it. I wouldn't have mentioned this only it may have a bearing on what happened next.

Fortunately, the disappearance of Nimrod did not result in a rodent invasion. In fact—and this was something that puzzled many of us—the odd half-eaten rat or mouse could still be found in odd corners of the theatre, if anything with more frequency than before Nimrod's vanishing act. These grisly remains, which had been left around by Nimrod as tokens of his prowess, were now nearly always to be found either in the wings or in the corridor leading to Dressing Room Number 1, Roddy's of course. In fact Roddy came in one day for a matinee to find a headless rat carefully placed on the very threshold of Number 1. He made a terrific fuss about that, as he had every right to, of course, but I thought there was a touch of hysteria in his manner which was uncharacteristic. He didn't usually play the Prima Donna.

A couple of days later Roddy happened to meet me back stage in the interval and invited me to his dressing room for a whisky. The one he poured himself was unusually large. He'd never been a boozer, and certainly not during a show. He seemed to be under some sort of strain.

Having sat me down, he said: "Now, then, Godders, what are we going to do about this cat business?" I looked blank. He said: "Don't tell me you haven't noticed this damned cat which keeps following me around the theatre?"

I said that I hadn't seen any cat and anyway—didn't he know?—Nimrod had disappeared. Roddy banged his glass impatiently down on the dressing table.

"Yes! Yes! I know all about Nimrod. That damn theatre manager is obsessed with Nimrod. I didn't mind Nimrod. He kept out of your way and did his job. This is a different cat altogether. It won't leave me alone. It keeps coming up to me just as I'm going on stage and purring, and doing that thing that cats do, you know, curling itself round your legs. It nearly tripped me up the other day just as I was going on for 'Blow Winds!' It's a blasted nuisance. And it keeps