AT THE PLAY.

"THE INVISIBLE FOE."

MR. H.B. IRVING has elected to play villain in a new mystery play by

Mr. WALTER HACKETT. Essential elements of the business as follows:

Obstinate old millstone of a shipbuilder, _Bransby_, who simply will

not give up shipbuilding for aeroplane making (and no wonder in these

days!); nephew _Stephen_, with an unwholesome hankering after power

and a complete inability to see the obvious; nephew _Hugh_, lieutenant

lately gazetted, with much more wholesome and intelligent hankering

after _Helen Bransby_; Clerk, mouldy, faithful, one who discovers

deficit in the West African ledger to the extent of ten thousand

pounds.

The false entries are in the hand of _Hugh_, but _Stephen's_ sinister

eye and shocking suit of solemn black promptly give him away to the

audience, while with a gorgeous fatuity he gives himself away to

his uncle by writing out his brother's resignation of the King's

Commission (in itself an odd thing to do) in the very hand he had so

adroitly practised in order to manipulate the ledger. Whereupon, at

_Bransby's_ dictation, _Stephen_ writes a full confession, leaving the

house in an acutely disgruntled frame of mind. The old man puts the

confession quite naturally (the firm is like that) between the leaves

of his _David Copperfield_, and dies of heart failure.

So _Stephen_ is again up on _Hugh_ at the turn. Indeed in the six

months that have elapsed between Acts I. and II. many things have

happened, and neglected to happen. _Stephen_ has become by common

report a great man, pillar of the house of Bransby, which now makes

aeroplanes like anything. He has been too busy getting power even to

look into his uncle's papers (though executor), or to have the West

African ledger taken back to the office, or, queerest of all, to

discover and destroy that damning confession. However, having got his

power, he now proceeds to consolidate it by trying to find the missing

document.

On the same day _Helen_ arrives unexpectedly, urged thereto by a vague

impression inspired by her dead father that _Hugh's_ innocence will be

established by something found in the fateful room; also _Hugh_, who

had enlisted and now comes back from France a sergeant, with the same

idea in his head and from the same source. As we had all seen the

paper's hiding-place I found it a little difficult to be impressed by

the elaborate efforts, unconscionably long drawn out, of the departed

spirit to disclose the matter to _Helen_ and _Hugh_; while the

masterly inactivity of _Stephen_, who was trying to find his document

by pure reason (mere looking for it would not occur to his Napoleonic

brain), confirmed the opinion I had earlier formed of that solemn ass.

However, his invisible foe does contrive to get his message through to

the lovers and smash up _Stephen_ and his bubble of power.

I can't help being surprised that Mr. H.B. IRVING should have been

satisfied with so impossible a character as _Stephen Pryde_, though I

need not add that he made most effective play with the terror of

an evil conscience haunted by the vengeful dead, throwing away his

consonants rather recklessly in the process and receiving the plaudits

of an enthusiastic audience.

I grant Mr. HACKETT freely his effects of eeriness and his sound

judgment in manipulating his ghost without materialising him; and

congratulate him particularly on the part of the vague American lady,

most capably performed by Miss MARION LORNE.

Miss FAY COMPTON made a pretty lover and plausible clairvoyante. Mr.

SYDNEY VALENTINE'S portrait was (yes!) masterly; and Mr. TOM REYNOLDS

is excellent as the confidential clerk. Mr. HOLMAN CLARK struck me

(without surprise) as slightly bored with his part of a Doctor who

lost his patient in the first Act and remained as a convenient peg for

the plot. His adroit method ensures smooth playing and pulls a cast

together. T.

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[Illustration: _Servant (on hearing air-raid warning)._ "I SHALL STAND

HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE 'ALL, MUM, SO THAT IF A BOMB COMES IN AT THE

FRONT-DOOR WE CAN GO OUT AT THE BACK."]

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