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                         THE UNLUCKY THEATRE - 3                             
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   A man was doing something to a stage sword. When he heard the door open,  
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he turned round and saw Fernaghan. There was a guilty, surprised look in his 
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eyes, and Fernaghan wondered who he was and by what right he was there. Ward 
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had told him that there was nobody in the building. There was something      
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strange about the man. His clothes had long been out of fashion and somehow  
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he did not seem quite real.                                                  
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   'Who are you,' Fernaghan asked, 'and what are you doing to that sword?'   
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   He took a step towards the man, who suddenly and without explanation      
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melted away. This gave Fernaghan a shock but he gradually calmed himself, and
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although his thoughts were still rather shaken, he continued to wander round 
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the dusty old place.                                                         
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   When it was nearly one o'clock by his watch he thought that it was time to
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have something to eat. He had brought some food with him, so he sat below the
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stage, ate some cold chicken  and drank some hot coffee. While he was        
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drinking, he had the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around 
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him and got such a fright that he almost dropped his cup.                    
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   At the edge of the stage was a tall, graceful woman with dark hair and    
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eyes. She was beautiful, but the paleness of her face was striking and       
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decidedly ghostly.                                                           
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