Summary
A moonlit prowl across velvet-draped drawing rooms and greasepaint corridors, Someone in the House pirouettes on the knife-edge between larceny and longing. Jimmy Burke—society’s bespoke wolf in white spats—glides into a provincial amateur production like a rumor made flesh, his tuxedo pocket already rehearsing the weight of the Brent diamonds. The stones, icily famous, orbit around their heiress Molly Brent, an ingénue who believes the footlights grant immunity to heartbreak. Burke secures the lead role opposite her; every scripted caress becomes reconnaissance, every staged embrace a dry run for grand theft. Yet the footlights transmute him: the proscenium arch turns copper, the orchestra pit swells with hormones, and the planned sleight-of-hand—substituting paste for carbon-fire brilliance—feels suddenly profane. When curtain falls, detectives prowl the wings; Molly, still drunk on applauses and first love, swears the robbery was merely narrative flourish. The revelation that her co-star is the author of her bereavement lands like a sandbag; mascara rivers carve trenches through her pancake. Burke, confronted by the collateral damage of his own choreography, watches the woman he has weaponized tremble, and the mirror of her grief reflects a man he no longer recognizes. Diamonds scatter across floorboards like cheap confetti; the Dancer hangs up his mask, not because the law has tightened its garrote, but because the heart, once pickpocketed, demands restitution more punishing than any sentence.
Synopsis
Alias "the Dancer," fashionable society crook Jimmy Burke is hot on the trail of the Brent diamonds. Upon learning that Molly Brent and her diamonds are the stars of an amateur play, Jimmy obtains the leading man's part and devises a plan to steal the jewels. Molly falls in love with her leading man, who plans to switch the gems with fakes during the performance. After the play, the police question the couple and Molly declares that the robbery was part of the drama. When she discovers Jimmy's deed, she begins to cry and "the Dancer," realizing that he is in love with his victim, renounces his profession.
