THEATRE STREET BY EVA IBBOTSON
Then, at a quarter-past three on the fifteenth of April, 1912, a week after her seventeenth birthday, in the middle of a cou de pied en devant, she felt something. A man calmly and deliberately crossed the expanse of empty floor and came to stand, as she had known he would, in front of her. A voice inside pronounced with ice-cold clarity the words: 'This is the one.'