Crayford was resolved to astonish New York with his production of the opera.
"We"ll have everything real," he said. "We"ll begin with real Arabs.
I"ll have no fake-n.i.g.g.e.rs; nothing of that kind."
That Arabs are not n.i.g.g.e.rs did not trouble him at all. He and Charmian went down together repeatedly into the city, interviewed all sorts of odd people.
"I"m out for dancers to-day," he said one morning.
And they set off to "put Algiers through the sieve" for dancing girls.
They found painters, and Crayford took them to the Casbah, and to other nooks and corners of the town, to make drawings for him to carry away to New York as a guide to his scenic artist. They got hold of a Fakir, who had drifted from India to North Africa, and Crayford engaged him on the spot to appear in one of the scenes and perform some of his marvels.
"Claude"--the composer was Claude to him now--"can write in something weird to go with it," he said.
And Charmian of course agreed.
It had been decided that the opera should be produced at the New Era Opera House some time in the New Year, if Claude carried out faithfully all the changes which Crayford demanded.
"He will. He has promised to do everything you wish," said Charmian.
"You stand by and see to it, little lady," said Crayford. "Happen when I"m gone, when the slave-driver"s gone, eh, he"ll get slack, begin to think he knows more about it than I do! He"s not too pleased making the changes. I can see that."
"It will be all right, I promise you. Claude isn"t so mad as to lose the chance you are offering him."
"It"s the chance of a lifetime. I can tell you that."
"He realizes it."
"I"ll tell you something. Only you needn"t go telling everybody."
"I won"t tell a soul."
"And watch out for the bodies, too. Well, I"m going to run Claude against Jacques Sennier. Mind you, I wouldn"t do it if it wasn"t for the libretto. Seems to me the music is good enough to carry it, and it"s going to be a lot better now I"ve made it over. Sennier"s new opera is expected to be ready for March at latest. We"ll produce ours"--Charmian thrilled at that word--"just about the same time, a day or two before, or after. I"ll get together a cast that no opera house in this world or the next can better. I"ll have scenery and effects such as haven"t been seen on any stage in the world before. I"ll show the Metropolitan what opera is, and I"ll give them and Sennier a knock out, or I"m only fit to run cinematograph shows, and take about fakes through the one night stands. But Claude"s got to back me up. I don"t sign any contract till every note in his score"s in its place."
"But you"ll be in America when he finishes it."
"That don"t matter. You"re here to see he don"t make any changes from what I"ve fixed on. We"ve got that all cut and dried now. It"s only the writing"s got to be done. I"ll trust him for that. But there"s not a scene that"s to be cut out, or a situation to be altered, now I"ve fixed everything up. If you cable me, "Opera finished according to decision,"
I"ll take your word, get out a contract, and go right ahead. You"ll have to bring him over."
"Of course! Of course!"
"And I"ll get up a boom for you both that"ll make the Senniers look like old bones."
He suddenly twisted his body, stuck out his under jaw, and said in a grim and determined voice which Charmian scarcely recognized as his:
"I"ve got to down the Metropolitan crowd this winter. I"ve got to do it if I spend four hundred thousand dollars over it."
He stared at Charmian, and added after a moment of silence:
"And this is the only opera I"ve found that might help me to do it, though I"ve searched all Europe. So now you know just where we are. It"s a fight, little lady! And it"s up to us to be the top dogs at the finish of it."
"And we will be the top dogs!" she exclaimed.
From that moment she regarded Claude as a weapon in the fight which must be won if she were to achieve her great ambition.
CHAPTER XXIX
On a January evening in the following year Claude and Charmian had just finished dinner, and Claude got up, rather slowly and wearily, from the small table which stood in the middle of their handsome red sitting-room on the eighth floor of the St. Regis Hotel in New York.
"How terribly hot this room is!" he said.
"Americans like their rooms hot. But open a little bit of the window, Claudie."
"If I do the noise of Fifth Avenue will come in."
He spoke almost irritably, like a man whose nerves were tired. But Charmian did not seem to notice it. She looked bright, resolute, dominant, as she replied in her clear voice:
"Let it come in. I like to hear it. It is the voice of the world we are here to conquer. Don"t look at me like that, dear old boy, but open the window. The air will do you good. You"re tired. I shouldn"t have allowed you to work during the voyage."
"I had to work."
"Well, very soon you"ll be able to rest, and on laurels."
Claude went to open the big window, pulling aside the blind, while Charmian lighted a cigarette, and curled herself up on the padded sofa.
And as, in a moment, the roar of the gigantic city swelled in a fierce crescendo, she leaned forward with the cigarette in her hand, listening intently, half smiling, with an eager light in her eyes.
"What a city it is!" she said, as Claude turned and came toward her. "It makes London seem almost like a village. I"m glad it is here the opera is to be given for the first time."
"So am I," he said, sitting down.
But he spoke almost gloomily, looking at the floor. His face was white and too expressive, and his left hand, as it hung down between his knees, fluttered. He lifted it, turning the fingers inward.
"Why?" Charmian said.
He looked up at her.
"Oh, I--they are all strangers here."
She said nothing, and just then the telephone bell sounded. Mr. Alston Lake was below asking if Mr. Heath was in.
In a moment he entered, looking enthusiastic, full of cheerfulness and vitality, bringing with him an atmosphere which Charmian savored almost greedily, of expectation and virile optimism.
"My!" he said, as he shook them both by the hand. "You look settled in for the night."
"So we are," said Charmian.
Alston laughed.