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don’t give any trouble coming in. They did during the second set. I had to go haul a gal offstage who got a little
too enthusiastic about our Construction Worker, but mostly I just sat on the stool and watched.”
    “When did Claudette vanish?”
    “When I come back from getting that gal back to her table, Claudette was gone. I looked around for her, went and asked Rita if Claudette had said anything to her about having to take a break. I even checked the ladies’ room. Wasn’t till I went back in the booth that I seen the glittery stuff.”
    “What glittery stuff?”
    “What we leave when we fade,” Claude murmured. “Fairy dust.”
    Did they sweep it up and keep it? It would probably be tacky to ask.
    “And next thing I knew, the second set was over and the club was closing, and I was checking backstage and everywhere for traces of Claudette, then I was here with Claude and Claudine.”
    He didn’t seem too angry.
    “Do you know anything about Claudette’s death?”
    “No. I wish I did. I know this is hard on Claude.” His eyes were as fixed on Claude as Claude’s were on him. “She separated us, but she’s not in the picture anymore.”

    “I have to know,” Claude said, through clenched teeth.
    For the first time, I wondered what the twins would do if I couldn’t discover the culprit. And that scary thought spurred my brain to greater activity.
    “Claudine,” I called. Claudine came in, with an apple in her hand. She was hungry, and she looked tired. I wasn’t surprised. Presumably, she’d worked all day, and here she was, staying up all night, and grieving, to boot.
    “Can you wheel Rita in here?” I asked. “Claude, can you go get Barry?”
    When everyone was assembled in the kitchen, I said, “Everything I’ve seen and heard seems to indicate that Claudette vanished during the second show.” After a second’s consideration, they all nodded. Barry’s and Rita’s mouths had been gagged again, and I thought that was a good thing.
    “During the first show,” I said, going slow to be sure I got it right, “Claudette took up the money. Claude was onstage. Barry was onstage. Even when he wasn’t onstage, he didn’t come up to the booth. Rita was in her office.”
    There were nods all around.

    “During the interval between shows, the club cleared out.”
    “Yeah,” Jeff said. “Barry came up to meet his clients, and I checked to make sure everyone else was gone.”
    “So you were away from the booth a little.”
    “Oh, well, yeah, I guess. I do it so often, I didn’t even think of that.”
    “And also during the interval, Rita came up to get the money pouch from Claudette.”
    Rita nodded emphatically.
    “So, at the end of the interval, Barry’s clients have left.” Barry nodded. “Claude, what about you?”
    “I went out to get some food during the interval,” he said. “I can’t eat a lot before I dance, but I had to eat something. I got back, and Barry was by himself and getting ready for the second show. I got ready, too.”
    “And I got back on the stool,” Jeff said. “Claudette was back at the cash window. She was all ready, with the cash drawer and the stamp and the pouch. She still wasn’t speaking to me.”
    “But you’re sure it was Claudette?” I asked, out of the blue.
    “Wasn’t Claudine, if that’s what you mean,” he said.
“Claudine’s as sweet as Claudette was sour, and they even sit different.”
    Claudine looked pleased and threw her apple core in the garbage can. She smiled at me, already forgiving me for asking questions about her.
    The apple.
    Claude, looking impatient, began to speak. I held up my hand. He stopped.
    “I’m going to ask Claudine to take your gags off,” I said to Rita and Barry. “But I don’t want you to talk unless I ask you a question, okay?” They both nodded.
    Claudine took the gags off, while Claude glared at me.
    Thoughts were pounding through my head like a mental stampede.
    “What did Rita do with the