Hughie is a mere wisp of a play by Eugene O’Neill, clocking in just under 65 minutes. The action takes place in 1928 in a run-down, formerly glorious hotel near Manhattan’s theatre district.  As the audience enters, the stage is dimly bathed in Neil Austin’s moody lighting design.  A desk clerk sits behind the desk, his hand resting gently on it, unmoving.  You could be forgiven for thinking he was a wax figure.