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                         THE UNLUCKY THEATRE - 1                             
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   For many years there was a theatre in London which was regarded as        
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unlucky because for a very long time no play produced in it was a success.   
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It was called The Mohawk, and it had changed its name many times. Originally,
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at the beginning of the last century, it was called The Cascade. Later, it   
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was known in turn as The Black Hawk, The Beehive, The White Vane and a great 
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many other names, but none of them brought it any good luck. Moreover, people
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believed that it was visited by ghosts, and this gave it an even worse       
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reputation.                                                                  
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   When my old friend Con Fernaghan heard this, he was very eager to spend a 
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night in the theatre. He came from an old Irish family which had, for many   
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centuries, taken an interest in the ways and behaviour of ghosts.            
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   He asked me if I knew who owned the theatre, and I told him that I        
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believed the owner was Peter Lindsey. Lindsey spent a great deal of time     
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abroad, but it so happened that just then he was staying in his house in     
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Chelsea, and Fernaghan soon went to see him. He asked if he could keep watch 
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in the theatre for a night, and Lindsey raised no objection on condition that
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he did not tell the Press, and that whatever happened was kept a secret.     
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