by Jenny Nimmo
Apparently, Mrs Brown was biding her time. Olivia wasn’t summoned to the headmaster’s study and no one dragged her away for questioning or locked her in a classroom. Wondering when the Bloors would make a move against Olivia was almost worse than knowing what they would do. At bedtime, when Charlie crept up to the girls’ dormitory, Olivia came prancing down the passage in her black and gold pyjamas, as chirpy as ever.
‘I’m OK,’ she said, waving Charlie away. ‘Don’t get detention on my account.’
‘Good luck then, Liv.’ Charlie backed down the stairs. He intended to keep an ear open for any unusual sounds in the night, but just in case he fell asleep, he passed on the word to Billy, Fidelio and Gabriel.
‘Blessed will let us know if anything happens,’ Billy whispered before he closed his eyes.
Charlie didn’t have much faith in Blessed. He was a bit deaf for a start. But if he was the best they could do for a guard dog, they’d have to trust that it was one of his better days – or nights.
Paton Yewbeam was eating a cold supper. Candles shone from every corner of the kitchen, and there were four more on the table. Paton told himself that he needed the light to read the small print of a particularly engaging book, but truthfully he had lit the extra candles to keep at bay the dark thoughts that had begun to creep into his mind. Was it his imagination, or were some of the people walking down Filbert Street really strange? Men and women who peered into windows, who ran their hands over gates and railings, who squinted at door numbers and wrote hurried notes in small black books.
Spies, thought Paton. Bought by the count. Won over, hypnotised, coerced or whatever. They belong to him. What’s to become of us all?
Paton shivered and quickly tossed back a glass of white wine. He shivered again and took a bite of his cold salmon sandwich.
He was not inclined to answer the sudden loud knock on the front door. One of them, he thought. Well, they won’t catch me like that.
But the knocking continued and, detecting a rather frantic note in the sound, Paton reluctantly went into the hall.
‘Who’s there?’ he called through the door.
‘Oh, Mr Yewbeam, please, please, I must speak to you.’
Recognising the voice, Paton opened the front door and Mrs Brown practically fell into the hall.
‘I must to talk to you, I must,’ pleaded Mrs Brown. ‘I don’t know who to turn to. I don’t know what to do.’
‘Please calm yourself, Mrs Brown,’ said Paton. ‘Would you care for a salmon sandwich?’
‘No, no, not unless, that is . . . well, I am rather hungry. My husband won’t speak to me.’
‘Good Lord! How uncivil.’ Paton led the way into the candlelit kitchen. ‘Forgive the lack of electricity. You’re probably aware of my little weakness.’
‘Oh, I wouldn’t call it a weakness, Mr Yewbeam.’ Mrs Brown took the chair that Paton drew out for her.
‘Paton,’ he said. ‘Do call me Paton.’
‘Thank you.’ Mrs Brown looked startled. ‘I’m Trish.’
‘Trish. How nice.’ Paton poured Mrs Brown a large glass of white wine. ‘Do go on.’
‘Yes, well, I don’t know if Charlie told you, I expect he did, but I’ve been working for Mr Ezekiel Bloor. Both of us have. Mr Brown and me.’ Mrs Brown paused to get her breath. ‘He offered us a very great deal of money to find out certain things about the children at Bloor’s Academy.’
‘To spy on them, Mrs Brown?’ There was a note of accusation in Paton’s tone.
‘Well – yes!’ Mrs Brown quite suddenly burst into tears.
Paton handed her a handkerchief and then went to the counter where he placed a piece of smoked salmon between two slices of bread, cut it in half and brought it to the table on a small plate.
‘Th-thank you,’ sobbed Mrs Brown, wiping her nose on Paton’s hanky. ‘It’s all been too much.’
‘Go on,’ said Paton.
‘What?’ Mrs Brown seemed confused. ‘Yes, well, I did discover something about one of the children, Olivia Vertigo as a matter of fact, but I just couldn’t bring myself to – to betray her. My husband knows I’m on to something, but I refused to tell him. And now I just don’t know what to do.’
‘Patricia!’ (Paton disliked shortened names.)
Mrs Brown looked up in alarm. ‘Yes?’
‘How can you possibly be in any doubt?’ Paton said gravely. ‘You must on no account breathe a word of what you have discovered to anyone. Think what your betrayal would do to Benjamin. Charlie would never speak to him again, never visit your house, never dog-sit your dog. At the risk of causing a divorce, I absolutely forbid you to tell your husband. He is obviously not as principled as you.’
‘I don’t think it would actually come to a divorce,’ Mrs Brown said timidly. ‘It’s just that we need the money. You see we’ve just bought a new car and the bills –’
‘If you need money, there’s plenty of work about for highly skilled detectives like yourselves,’ said Paton. ‘There’s been a spate of robberies in the city, not to mention suspicious fires, questionable accidents and unsolved murders. Go and tell your husband that working at Bloor’s is making you ill, that you know absolutely nothing, and that you’ll have a nervous breakdown if you don’t have a rest.’
Mrs Brown smiled. ‘Yes,’ she sighed. ‘I’ll do that. Thank you, Mr Yewbeam. You’ve made me feel so much better.’
The Mirror of Amoret
It was a good thing that no one had to rely on Blessed to wake them up. The old dog slept very soundly in Cook’s underground room. But Olivia was not dragged away in the middle of the night, and Charlie had an exceptionally long and peaceful sleep. His uncle, on the other hand, had a very bad time.
Not long after Mrs Brown left, Paton’s four sisters arrived. He was in his room when he heard the front door bang and a babble of voices in the hall. He was in two minds as to whether to go down and confront them. In the end he told himself he had to go. They might ignore him, but he had to try and get them to listen, if only for Charlie’s sake.
When Paton walked into the kitchen, he found his sisters seated at the table, drinking an unusual-looking soup – octopus by the look of it. They were all talking at once and not one of them looked up when their brother appeared. He quickly switched off the light.
‘Oh, no, it’s him.’ ‘Go away.’ ‘Put the light on!’ Paton’s sisters growled and grunted at him.
‘If I put the light on, you’ll get glass in your soup,’ said Paton.
‘Then go away,’ said Grandma Bone.
‘No.’ Paton crossed to the dresser and lit two candles.
‘I can’t see what I’m eating,’ whined Venetia.
‘All the better if you ask me,’ said Paton, putting the candles on the table. ‘It looks disgusting.’
There were four large sighs of irritation.
‘I want to talk to you.’ Paton pulled out a chair at the end of the table.
‘About what?’ asked Grandma Bone impatiently.
‘About your daughter-in-law.’
‘Huh!’ She continued to gulp down her soup.
‘For heaven’s sake, Grizelda, you must be aware of what’s happening. The arrival of this count – the enchanter – must have taken you all by surprise. You surely can’t approve of what he’s doing – turning the city upside down, twisting people’s minds, stealing Charlie’s mother.’
‘He’s very powerful, Count Harken,’ said Venetia, fingering the green silk rose pinned in her black hair.
‘Very powerful,’ Eustacia agreed, patting a green enamel brooch on her lapel.
‘Very,’ Lucretia touched a green glass earring dangling above her shoulder.
Paton’s attention was drawn to the bracelet with large green stones that glinted on Grandma Bone’s wrist as she lifted the soup spoon to her mouth. He got up from the table. ‘You appal me, all of you,’ he said.
‘The feeling’s mutual,’ grunted Venetia.
Paton seized his elde
st sister’s shoulder. ‘Grizelda, where’s your son?’
‘Dead!’ she said, shaking him off. ‘Now leave us alone.’
‘No!’ roared Paton. ‘We all know that Lyell’s not dead. But where is he? Don’t you realise that your great enchanter, your count, is making Amy forget her husband?’
‘When Amy thinks of Lyell, she keeps him clinging to this world,’ Eustacia the clairvoyant informed him. ‘But if she forgets him, for a day, a week and then a month, he’ll be lost forever. Never get back.’
‘She’s taken off her rings,’ Venetia said happily.
‘That’s the first step,’ said Eustacia. ‘It’s only the boy who can keep him alive now.’
‘And he can’t even remember his father’s face.’ Venetia smiled spitefully.
‘It’ll be better for everyone if Lyell Bone is forgotten,’ said Lucretia, glancing at her eldest sister.
Grandma Bone’s face was like a stone.
Paton stared at them all in horror. ‘I can’t believe I’m hearing this. The count will carry Amy into the past, the future, who knows where. Oh, yes, I know about the Mirror of Amoret. Do you really want Charlie to lose both his parents?’
‘We’ve given up on Charlie,’ Grandma Bone said in a flat voice. ‘Once we thought he’d join us, put his endowment to good use. But he’s too much like his father. I realise that now. Neither of them wants to be like us, to be part of Ezekiel’s great plan to control things. They will not toe the line!’
‘Don’t you think that’s something to be proud of?’ asked Paton quietly.
‘It’s stupid!’ Grandma Bone said bitterly. ‘There’s no future in swimming against the tide. You have to join in if you want to have power.’
‘Join in? Destroy people’s lives? Steal their children? That’s what you call power, is it?’ Paton turned on his heel and left the room, shaking with disgust.
Where will all this end? he wondered gloomily as he climbed the dark stairs. His fingers closed over the scrap of parchment in his pocket and he remembered that there might be hope, if the king could be found.
At Bloor’s Academy a whole day passed in which neither Mr nor Mrs Brown was seen. Charlie began to hope that Benjamin’s parents had changed their minds. Perhaps, after all, they couldn’t bring themselves to spy on children.
In the King’s Room that evening no one said a word. They all worked with heads down, never meeting anyone else’s eye. It was as though a silent truce had been declared, though Charlie knew it wouldn’t last long. Joshua, Dorcas and the twins were merely biding their time, gathering their strength. As for Manfred, someone was going to have to pay for his horribly scarred face.
Asa was not in his usual seat beside Manfred. He was sitting slightly apart from the others. Ever since the shadow had arrived Asa had seemed nervous and ill-at-ease – just like some of the animals, thought Charlie.
After homework, Charlie caught up with Tancred and Lysander before they went up to their dormitory. ‘Could we meet somewhere tomorrow?’ Charlie asked in a whisper. ‘I need your advice – well, your help really.’
‘Art room, before supper.’ Lysander glanced down the passage. ‘Manfred’s coming,’ he said in a low voice.
Charlie stepped back. ‘’Night, ’Sander! ’Night, Tanc!’ he called as the two older boys strode away.
Charlie knew he wasn’t going to escape that easily. The next moment he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. It was so hot, Charlie winced with pain. ‘Ow!’ He looked up into Manfred’s pitted face.
‘Go on, take a good look,’ said Manfred. ‘Pretty, isn’t it? Your uncle’s responsible for these.’ Manfred touched two of the larger scars with his finger.
Given the tricky situation, Charlie should have sympathised, but instead he blundered, ‘It was your own fault.’
‘My fault?’ Manfred dug his fist into Charlie’s shoulder.
Charlie twisted away. The pain was agonising. It felt as though a hot poker had been plunged into his shoulder blade. ‘Ouch! What is that?’
‘I’ve told you before, call me sir.’ Manfred raised his hands, palms outward. ‘That is pain, Charlie Bone. Two hands full of pain. Don’t tempt me to use them again.’
Charlie stared at Manfred’s back as the tall, bony youth walked away. So Manfred had a new endowment. He was becoming like Borlath, the Red King’s eldest son who killed with fire. Better pass the news along, thought Charlie.
The following evening Fidelio offered to keep Billy distracted while the others met in the Art room. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust Billy. If too many of the endowed were missing someone might become suspicious. As it was, they were a little wary of using the Art room for a meeting. It was possible that Dorcas and Joshua might come barging in. Both were in Art, although neither of them appeared to be very enthusiastic about it.
Charlie was the last one to get to the meeting. He had just managed to slip out of the dormitory while Fidelio and Billy were arguing with Bragger Braine about the superiority of rats over hamsters.
He found the others sitting on the floor beside the long windows that overlooked the garden. They were hidden from view by one of Emma’s large bird paintings – a particularly fine one, Charlie observed in the light of Lysander’s new hurricane lamp.
‘Olivia told us about the wall,’ said Lysander, as Charlie knelt beside him.
‘And the bees,’ added Tancred with a grin.
‘I reckon they saved my life,’ said Charlie.
‘We’ll keep an eye on you from now on, Charlie,’ said Gabriel. ‘That little Tilpin has certainly got it in for you.’
Lysander had brought a notebook with him. He suggested they should work out a rota, so that Charlie would never be left alone during break. ‘We’ll begin with first break tomorrow, Thursday.’ He laid the open book on the floor and wrote ‘Thursday’ at the top of the first page.
‘ ’Sander,’ Charlie said tentatively. ‘It’s not me I’m worried about.’
‘Well, you should be,’ said Tancred.
‘I know and, of course, I am a bit scared, but it’s my mum I’m really worried about. Somehow I have to get the Mirror of Amoret. If I don’t, I . . . I . . .’
‘If you don’t?’ Emma asked gently.
‘I think the shadow will take her out of the world. He can travel with the mirror, like me. My mum’s already under his spell; she’s forgotten my father’s face, she’s never at home; last time I saw her, she looked right through me, as if I didn’t exist.’
Charlie’s friends looked so appalled he almost wished he could take back his words. Horror seemed to have robbed them all of speech, until Olivia said, ‘I’ll do it!’
They all looked at her and Lysander asked, ‘Do what?’
‘I’ll get the mirror,’ Olivia said brightly.
‘You don’t even know where it is,’ said Tancred.
‘It’ll be wherever he is, won’t it?’ Olivia said in a practical voice. ‘Charlie says Count Harken is the new owner of Kingdom’s. Well, I know for a fact that the old owner lived in a fabulous penthouse at the top of the store. So that’s probably where the count lives.’
‘So what are you going to do? Snaffle the mirror from under his very nose?’ said Tancred. ‘That is, if you can get into his very exclusive penthouse, which is probably guarded night and day by two heavy henchmen.’
‘Don’t scoff, Tancred Torsson,’ Olivia said hotly. ‘Obviously I’ll wait until the count is out of the way. He’s bound to take Charlie’s mum for a weekend jaunt in that fancy limo.’
‘You’re going to look a bit out of place in Kingdom’s, Liv,’ Charlie remarked. ‘I’m not saying you’re not smart or anything, but –’
‘That’s where Mum comes in.’ Olivia’s grey eyes glittered with excitement. ‘She’s been dying to do something like this. She’s had such rotten stage parts lately. We’ll have a ball. Trust me. She can look incredibly glamorous. The assistants at Kingdom’s will be falling over themselves to make her happy. I’ll ju
st slip away while they’re all bowing and scraping.’
There was a pause while they all digested Olivia’s plan.
‘I think it’s a brilliant idea,’ Emma said at last.
Everyone agreed.
‘There’s just one more thing,’ said Lysander. ‘Where are you going to take the mirror when, and if, you get it?’
‘Home,’ said Olivia. ‘Charlie can meet me there.’
‘I think we’ll stick around, too.’ Lysander looked at Tancred and Gabriel.
‘You’re on,’ said Tancred.
Gabriel nodded vehemently.
They all got to their feet, stretching their arms and shaking their cramped legs. But Lysander wouldn’t let them go before he had organised a rota for watching Charlie. Every minute of every break was accounted for. Fidelio would be told about his part in the scheme as soon as they could get him alone.
Charlie was a little uncomfortable about the whole arrangement. It was embarrassing to think he couldn’t take care of himself. Nevertheless, it was good to know that every time he stepped outside he wouldn’t be alone.
Olivia’s plan was fraught with danger. There were so many ways in which it could go wrong and yet, as the weekened drew closer, Charlie’s spirits rose ever higher. It had to work. To fail was unthinkable.
No one knew what to do about Billy. He didn’t want to spend yet another weekend alone at Bloor’s, but Charlie’s house was not a pleasant place to be, with a frozen granny in the bath and a mother in thrall to an enchanter. Besides, no one could think how Billy’s endowment could help in such a dangerous enterprise. He would only get in the way.
‘Billy can stay with me,’ said Emma. ‘I don’t think I’m going to be much use either.’
Billy was very excited at the prospect of spending the weekend at Ingledew’s. There were no dogs to chase Rembrandt, only a friendly duck to talk to. And Emma’s aunt was an excellent cook.
At eleven-thirty on Saturday morning, Amy Bone emerged from her room at the top of the house. Charlie wouldn’t have heard her light footsteps if he hadn’t been waiting for them. When she reached the bottom of the first staircase, Charlie stepped out on to the landing.