Harry couldn't resist a smirk, "Innocent, Constance? That's really not what they're paid for." He said, seating himself down opposite her, smile fading from his face. "No, it isn;t a secret, and it's only to be expected, being in the same line of business and all. I'm just glad you aren't... like Slater." Harry said, sloutching slightly in the chair, fingers knotting together. Constance and he might cateer for the same sort of upper-class gentlemen, but they'd never tried to steal each others business. Unlike Slater who was stealing left, right and centre.
"To tell you the truth, Constance, Slater's been round the Theatre already. Twice recently, that I know of. Himself, n'all. His boy's might have been there too, but I've not caught 'em." He paused, looking from her down to his fingers, "He's already been trying to steal away my little star, my little Nell. He's my highest earner. He wouldn't go, he's a good lad, but I wouldn't put it passed Slater to force him, force the others somehow." He looked back up at her, face set in an expression of resolve.
"This foreign gentleman. Funny accent?" He asked, leaning forwards towards her. "Funny hair, dark? He came to see me before, and I told him to pis- go away. Slater's got to know that if the boy's won't leave, half my client's won't either. Very loyal, they are. It's no good to him knowing who's coming or going if he can't make them leave."