A Cue For The Corpse

Ed grinned at that. He was used to it now, though it had been a little
thrilling for the first couple of years. It was ten years since he had
first gone up in electric lights. And now he was the highest-paid
performer on the Partages Circuit. He liked it. He liked to juggle
those heavy guns, and bring down the house in thunderous applause when
he shot out the flames of a dozen candles in succession thirty feet
across the stage. Every night it was a new thrill.

He pulled open the door and started t...