Charlie Bone and the Beast (The Children of the Red King, Book 6) Part 5 doc

forming in his mind. Behind him lay Runner Bean, asleep in his basket. Runner Bean could find anything, Benjamin reckoned. And if he could sniff something belonging to Asa, the big dog could surely find him. Ben- jamin kept this idea to himself. He didn't want his parents' 155 help. He wanted to find Asa on his own, or maybe with Charlie. "We'd better do something soon," said Mr. Brown, "or the hunt will kill that poor boy before they realize who he is. I'll go and see the mayor." "He won't believe you," Mrs. Brown said sadly. "He doesn't hold with all the stuff that goes on at Bloor's Academy. He knows about the endowed children, of course, but he doesn't like to admit it." 205/506 "I expect I'll think of something," said Benjamin. Finding something belonging to Asa wasn't as easy as Benjamin had hoped. He dis- covered that Asa's parents had never been seen. No one knew where they lived. They appeared to have no friends and no relations. Any item that Asa might have worn or touched lay inside Bloor's Academy, an im- possible place for someone like Benjamin to enter. The Bloors certainly wouldn't be happy to assist in Asa's rescue. He had changed sides. They would consider him a turncoat and a traitor. 156 By the time Benjamin got home from school the next day, the hunt was already underway. Half the city had turned out to watch. Forty able-bodied men were assembled on the bridge that led to the wilderness. In charge 206/506 were the chief of police and Officer Wood. They were joined by a motley group of determined-looking men, dressed in an as- sortment of trenchcoats, suits, jackets, and raincoats. Their heads were covered by woolly hats, hoods, berets, and even a Stet- son. A few pairs of rain boots and sneakers were to be seen, but most wore sturdy leath- er boots. Half the men carried rifles; the oth- ers took flashlights and clubs. A cheer went up as the forty-two men marched across the bridge and turned right, down a path that ran beside the river. A few meters farther on, it disappeared into dense undergrowth - the beginning of the wilderness. From a path on the city-side of the river, Benjamin's father had watched the whole proceedings. He returned home a worried man. 207/506 157 "It's not right," he told his wife and son, as they ate their scrambled eggs and spinach. "There's going to be a catastrophe, you mark my words. All those guns; someone's going to be killed in the wilderness, and it might not be the beast-boy." Benjamin suddenly thought of Charlie's friend Naren. She lived with her father and mother in a little house deep in the wilder- ness. It was a beautiful, secret place, a sanc- tuary for lost and injured animals. Would it remain secret, when a group of angry men came tramping through the trees with guns and clubs and torches? I wish I could talk to Charlie, thought Benjamin. Charlie had fallen asleep. He woke up to find someone shaking his shoulder. 208/506 "Charlie, there's something on the wall be- hind you. A word." It was Dagbert's voice. Charlie sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Look! Look behind you," Dagbert insisted. Charlie looked around. On the wall above his bed 158 was the word "good-bye," It was written in a patch of moonlight, in shaky spiderlike let- ters that seemed as though they were a little uncertain of themselves. "Naren!" Charlie whispered to the wall. One by one, the letters began to fade. "Naren!" said Charlie, forgetting to whisper. "Where are you going?" There was no answering message. The wall remained blank. The slice of moonlight dis- appeared and the room returned to its usual inky darkness. "What's going on?" asked Dagbert. 209/506 159 ASA'S DISGUISE Charlie turned over and pretended to be asleep. He felt a sharp thump on his back. "Don't!" he whispered harshly. "Tell me about those words on the wall," Dagbert hissed. "No," said Charlie. "It's a private message." "I won't tell anyone." "Huh!" Charlie got up and went to the bath- room. If there was going to be an argument it would be safer to have it where no one could hear them. Just as he expected, Dagbert fol- lowed him. Charlie closed the door. The moon slipped from behind the clouds again, and the light was bright enough for the boys to see each other's faces. Charlie stood with his back to the bathtub. The cold tap dripped; a loud, insistent 210/506 rhythmic drip. Dagbert stood by the sink, his face silvery green in the moonlight. 160 "I'm not a spy," Dagbert said. "You can trust me, you know." You're joking." Charlie sat on the edge of the bathtub. "You stalk me like a spy and you've turned nearly all my friends against me." "Not all." "Most. Why do you do it?" Dagbert slid to the floor beside the sink and put his hands on his knees. He gazed at his long fingers, lifting them, one by one, and fi- nally linking his hands together. Drip, drip, drip went the tap, while Charlie waited for an answer. Dagbert's crinkly hair began to unfold, as though invisible hands were tugging it straight. It became dark, flat, and shining. "The moon rules my life," he said at last. 211/506 "Like the tides. I'm mean when the moon is hidden by clouds, worse when most of it is shadowed by the earth. I'm not going to ask you to forgive me, Charlie, because I can't help what I do. But if you 161 tell me about those words on the wall, I promise I won't follow you anymore." Charlie considered Dagbert's proposal. He wouldn't have to tell Dagbert where Naren lived. Besides, if Naren had said good-bye, it probably meant that she had left the cottage in the wilderness. "I know this girl," Charlie began. "She's called Naren, although her real name is much longer. It's Mongolian. Her parents were drowned in a flood " "Nothing to do with me," Dagbert said quickly. "Go on." 212/506 "She was adopted by Ezekiel's son, Bartho- lomew, and his Chinese wife. They live out- side the city, at least they did once." "But the words the words on the wall," Dagbert repeated insistently. "That's her endowment," said Charlie. "She can send messages through the air. As long as the curtains are open and the moon is shining." "Do you mean like a text message on a cell phone?" 162 Charlie frowned. "Not at all like that. She doesn't need any instruments. All she has is my glove as a kind of homing device." "I see." Dagbert looked impressed. "We'd better get back to bed," said Charlie. "There's just " Dagbert couldn't finish his sentence. Something was happening to him. He began to shake violently. 213/506 Charlie stood up, his eyes never leaving the trembling boy on the floor. Dagbert's fingers slowly uncurled and he held his hands out to Charlie. Speechless with horror, Charlie couldn't touch the unnaturally long sticklike fingers, for they had begun to glow. A soft green light was pouring through Dagbert's skin; his face, his bare feet, and his hands had a phosphor- escent glow. Even the skin covered by his pa- jamas gleamed faintly through the thick cotton. Charlie fought a desperate urge to get as far away as possible from the glowing boy. "What's happened to you?" he whispered. 163 The boy on the floor was shaking so badly his voice came out in a halting splutter. "G-g-g- get s-s-sea gold cr-cr-creatures," he stuttered. "Un-under m-my p-pillow." 214/506 [...]... illuminated a part of the room nearest to the steps Tall pine cupboards stood in rows against one wall, while a procession of leather trunks and large wicker baskets ran down the center of the room On the other side, a line of ancient stone pillars created shadowy recesses where nothing at all could be seen "That's where the other light should be." Olivia pointed to the ceiling at the other end of the room... is, do you know where they're kept?" 223 /50 6 "Of course I do." Olivia came to a standstill at last "Most of the stuff is kept in the basement, under the theater I'll get the clothes for you during lunch break There'll be more time then." "Fantastic, Liv!" cried Charlie Fidelio nudged him "The terms, Charlie, remember? What do you want for helping us, Liv?" Olivia rolled her eyes at the sky "Oh, I don't... to find the clothes Asa used to wear as a disguise," said Charlie "I'm sure they came from the drama department You know, that old coat and hat, and the weird mustache that was always falling off." 169 "I know." Olivia clicked her glittery shoes together and hopped back and forth "He used to stick on false eyebrows, too And there were those funny old boots with holes in them." "Yes, yes," Charlie said... large trunks and suggested they take one each A label marked "1900-2000 Coats Male." hung from the handles of all three trunks Charlie was the first to swing back a lid He leaped away with a screech as a large beetle scuttled over the rim "You wait till the bats come out." Olivia laughed 231 /50 6 Charlie flung a look at the distant shadows, and then at the utter blackness behind the line of pillars Was... to the stage, Charlie rolled the coat and hat into a tight bundle and tucked it under his arm He took a last look at the shadowy steps, and then Olivia shut the trapdoor "Can you lock it?" asked Charlie 234 /50 6 "No It's never locked Someone could be trapped down there." She giggled In the room beneath them, someone limped from behind a pillar A large, wicker basket creaked as it took the weight of the. .. over to one of the tables How slow he'd been, putting two and two together When Billy and Fidelio joined him at the table, Charlie whispered, "It must be Asa out there in the wilderness At least Benjamin thinks so." Billy nodded very slowly, as though he were still thinking about something "Me too 219 /50 6 That's why Ben wants the clothes, so Runner Bean can follow the scent." "The only clothes belonging... off his sneakers and sat staring at them "Perhaps Maisie can bring him here and leave him with Cook." Charlie shrugged "I'll ask her Well, I'm off to pack my bag now See you on Monday." "Good luck," said Billy Charlie had managed to hide Asa's clothes at the bottom of his bag When he got home, he 236 /50 6 pulled out the old coat and hat and stuffed them in his wardrobe Benjamin was already ringing the. .. uttered Charlie "What do you mean, gone?" "Don't look so stricken, Charlie He's off on his usual visit to the sea." "To see great-grandpa?" asked Charlie "That's the one," said Maisie "Not a word to Grandma Bone We don't want her going down there spoiling everything." 181 "No," Charlie murmured He glanced at Benjamin, who was obviously having the same thought They hadn't expected Uncle Paton to join them... in the gloom, it cursed Charlie Bone, over and over and over again 178 THE PERILOUS BRIDGE On Friday afternoon, Billy Raven changed his mind He told Charlie that he wouldn't be spending the weekend with him after all "I thought you wanted to help us find Asa," said Charlie Billy slowly untied the laces on his sneakers They were sitting in the blue coatroom Charlie was pulling off his cleats "It's the. .. of her feud with Charlie Besides, he was looking so preoccupied she longed to know what was going on So 168 it was Olivia who came up to Charlie and Fidelio during the first break rather than the other way around Charlie was very relieved Words of apology had been chasing themselves around in his head Now he was saved the trouble of choosing the right ones "What are you up to, Charlie Bone? " Olivia asked . place. Charlie walked over to one of the tables. How slow he'd been, putting two and two together. When Billy and Fidelio joined him at the table, Charlie whispered, "It must be Asa out there. "Most of the stuff is kept in the base- ment, under the theater. I'll get the clothes for you during lunch break. There'll be more time then." "Fantastic, Liv!" cried Charlie. Fidelio. behind the clouds again, and the light was bright enough for the boys to see each other's faces. Charlie stood with his back to the bathtub. The cold tap dripped; a loud, insistent 210 /50 6 rhythmic