'Rotten news, isn't it?' 'Rotten, ' I agreed, taking it that he referred to the state of the national economy, 'but I daresay it will come all right in the end.' He stared at me as though I were either raving mad or drunk, which was excusable, since it turned out that he had been talking about the untimely death of Eliza Deverell. The renowned Deverell theatrical family, gathers to celebrate the 80th birthday of its matriarch,...