Eric half expected the flower and the coins to have vanished: he"d remembered his mother reading him a bedtime story about fairy gold. No, the coins were still there, and the wilting flower. He hung up the coat and tried not to watch it, then made himself go out to the Weights & Scales for a drink. An hour of listening to people decades younger than he complaining about unemployment and immigrants and governments and prophesying the football match up the hill next Sat.u.r.day, and he went home. The pockets were empty, and so, when he slept, were his dreams.
As soon as he got up, he rummaged in the pockets. Still empty. Much more groping in the old material and he would be finding holes. He put the coat on, out of defiance to Charlie if nothing else, and plunged his hands into the pockets so as to look uncaring as he waited on the doorstep. The right-hand pocket contained a diamond as big as his thumbnail.
He ran upstairs and hid the diamond under his pillow. He ran down, then back up, and hid the coins next to the diamond. The van was just drawing up. Charlie gave him a look that made words superfluous, and took his time in handing over Eric"s wages, which were supposed to include Eric"s cut from the sale of the contents of the cleared house. The cut seemed smaller than it ought to be. Remembering the diamond, he didn"t care. Charlie stared at him when he unb.u.t.toned the raincoat to stow the money in his shirt, but he didn"t want to put anything in those pockets in case it might be spirited away.
The diamond made him careless, and so did the old lady whose house they were clearing. "That"s not mine," she kept crying as they lifted furniture. "Someone"s trying to play a trick on me. Don"t bother taking it, I won"t have it in my house." They carried on doggedly, hoping her son would arrive soon, and Eric almost dropped a tea-chest full of crockery for reaching in his pocket when he thought he felt it move, and kept on reaching in there for something that would make the day worthwhile. ------------------------------------377 The son, a middle-aged man with pinched eyes and a woeful mouth, arrived as they started on the bedrooms, and calmed his mother down as best he could while they brought down a wardrobe. "Where have you been? I thought you were never coming," she cried as Eric hurried back to the house, missing a step when something rattled in his pocket. It was a pearl necklace. "That"s mine. Look at him," the old lady screeched, "you"ve brought a thief into my house."
"I don"t think that"s one of yours, Mummy."
"It is, it is. You all want to rob me."
Before Eric could think what to say, Charlie s.n.a.t.c.hed the necklace. "So that"s what you"ve been up to with your b.l.o.o.d.y silly coat. I ought to give you your cards right now." He handed the necklace to the old lady. "Of course it"s yours, ma"am. Please accept my apologies. I"ve never had anything like this happen before in thirty-eight years of removals."
"Go on then, give me my cards." Eric was sure there must be plenty more where the necklace had come from. "Don"t you be making out I"m a thief. You"re a thief."
"Watch your tongue, lad, or I"ll knock you down." Charlie nodded fiercely at the son as if to tell him to be angry. "And he will, too."
"Don"t call me lad. I"m not a lad, I"m forty, and I"m not a thief--you are. You steal my money you get from selling stuff I carried. And he steals my sandwiches," he told the old lady, thinking that should show her--she was a mother, after all.
"Who said anything about sandwiches? You"ll get no sandwiches from me. I wouldn"t make you a cup of tea," she screeched, "except to pour it over your head."
Eric had had enough. "See how much you can shift by yourself," he told Charlie. "And when you get tired, Muscles here can help you."
He strode home, feeling as if all he"d said was a burden he"d thrown off, leaving him lighter, almost capable of flying. He didn"t need Charlie or his cards, he didn"t need anyone. The coat would keep him, however it worked--he didn"t need to know how. He restrained himself from searching the pockets until he arrived home, in case it mightn"t work in the open. But when he"d closed himself in, he found they were empty.
He hung the coat on the door and went out to the Nosebag Cafe for a pie and chips. When he returned to find the coat empty, he put it on. For a while he watched television so as not to keep reaching in the pockets; then he switched off the set and kept counting one to a hundred with his arms folded. Eventually he dozed and almost saw the face of the shape with arms ------------------------------------378 or hands that could reach around the world, that were reaching into his pockets or out of them. Once he awoke with his hands in his pockets, and s.n.a.t.c.hed them out in a panic.
In the morning he found a stone the size of the palm of his hand, a smooth stone that glittered and looked precious. As soon as he was dressed, he bought the cheapest newspaper to wrap the coins and jewel and stone individually before placing them in a supermarket bag. That left one sheet of newspaper, which he folded around the dead flower.
He clutched the bag to him in both hands all the way to the museum: there were too many thieves about these days. He wouldn"t let the girl behind the desk at the museum see what he had; the fewer people who knew, the better. He waited for the top man and occasionally felt in his pockets.
He refused to open the bag until he was in the curator"s office. The first item that came to hand was the flower. He didn"t expect it to be worth anything; he just wanted to know what it was, while he antic.i.p.ated learning how wealthy he was. But the curator frowned at the flower, then at Eric. "Where did you get this?"
"An old lady gave it to me. She didn"t know what it was."
"And where did she get it? You can"t say? I thought not." The curator picked up the phone on his desk. "She ought to know it"s a protected species."
Eric gripped the bag and prepared to flee if the curator was calling the police. Instead he called some doctor to find out if any flowers had been taken from a garden, flowers with a long name that included Himalayas. None had, nor apparently had any other garden been robbed, and he put down the receiver. "What else have you in there?"
"Nothing. I"ve brought the wrong things." Eric tried not to back away too conspicuously. "I"ll have to come back," he lied, and managed not to run until he was out of the museum.
He wandered the thirsty streets. Football fans looking for pubs or mischief elbowed him out of the way. He wasn"t sure if he wanted to hide the contents of the bag at home or dump them in the nearest bin. He couldn"t take them to be valued until he knew where they"d come from, and how was he to find that out? He was beginning to hate the d.a.m.ned coat; it had made a fool of him, had nearly got him arrested. He"d begun to grow furious, trying to unb.u.t.ton it and fumbling helplessly, when he remembered the address on the letter he"d seen in the medium"s house. At once he made for the hill.
An old lady opened the door of the terraced house and rubbed her eyes as ------------------------------------379 if she had been asleep or weeping. She glanced sharply at his raincoat, then shook her head at herself. "I don"t want anything today," she mumbled, starting to close the door.
"I"ve lost my parents." He couldn"t just ask if she knew about the coat. "Someone said you could help me."
"I don"t go in for that anymore." Nevertheless, she stood back for him. "You do look lost. Come in if you want to talk."
He didn"t, not about his parents: even using them to trick his way in had made him feel guilty. As soon as he was seated in the parlour, which smelled of old furniture and lavender, he said "Why did you give it up?"
She stared, then understood. "The lady who used to put me in touch died herself."
"Was she a good medium? Did they bring her things?"
He thought he"d been too direct, for she stiffened. "That"s what killed her, I think."
His hands recoiled from the pockets, where they had been resting. "What, being brought things?"
"Apports, they"re called. Them, aye, and growing old." She shivered. "One of her guides was evil, that"s what she didn"t know."
He gaped at her, out of his depth. "He brought her flowers and treasures until he got to be her favourite," she said. "Then he started bringing other things until she was afraid to hold seances at all, but that didn"t stop him. He started putting them in her bed when she was asleep."
Eric was on his feet before he knew it, and struggling to unb.u.t.ton the coat until he realised that he meant to leave it in her house. She didn"t deserve that or the contents of the supermarket bag. "I"ve got to go now," he stammered, and collided with furniture and doors on his way out of the house.
Football fans came crowding up the hill towards the football ground, singing and shouting and throwing empty beer cans. He went with them, since he didn"t know where best to go. He couldn"t be sure that the old lady"s story had anything to do with the coat, with whatever brought him presents. Nevertheless, when something in the right-hand pocket b.u.mped against him, he found he couldn"t swallow.
He wanted desperately to stand still, to prepare himself, if he could, to find out what was there, but the crowd crammed into the narrow streets shoved him onward, wouldn"t let him out of its midst. He scarcely had room to reach down to the pocket; he wished he could use that as an excuse not to find out, but he couldn"t bear not knowing what was sc.r.a.ping against him ------------------------------------380 with every step. Nor could he simply reach in. His fingers ranged shakily and timidly over the outside of the pocket to trace the shape within.
It felt like a cross. It must be; he could trace the chain it would hang from. He slipped his hand into the pocket and grabbed the chain before he could flinch, managed to raise it to eye level. Yes, it was a cross, a silver cross, and he"d never felt so relieved in his life; the old lady"s tale couldn"t have anything to do with him. He dangled the cross into the supermarket bag and lifted his hand to his mouth, for a splinter from somewhere had lodged in his finger. As he pulled out the splinter with his teeth, he noticed that his hand smelled of earth.
He had just realised that the cross was very like the one his father had always worn when he realised there was something in the left-hand pocket too.
He closed his eyes and plunged his hand in, to get it over with. His fingertips flinched from touching something cold, touched it again and discovered it was round, somewhat crusted or at least not smooth, a bulge on it smoother, less metallic. A stone in a ring, he thought, and took it out, sighing. It was the ring his mother had worn to her grave.
Something else was rolling about in the pocket--something which, he realised, choking, had slipped out of the ring. He s.n.a.t.c.hed it out and flung it away blindly, crying out with horror and fury and grief. Those nearest him in the crowd glanced at him, warning him not to go berserk while he was next to them; otherwise the crowd took no notice of him as it drove him helplessly uphill.
He tore at the b.u.t.tons and then at the coat. The material wouldn"t tear; the b.u.t.tons might have been sewn through b.u.t.tonholes too small for them, they were so immovable. He felt as if he were going mad, as if the whole indifferent crowd were too--this nightmare of a crowd that wasn"t slowing even now that it had come in sight of the football ground and the rest of itself. His hands were clenched on the supermarket bag at the level of his chest so as not to stray near his pockets, in which he thought he felt objects crawling. He was pleading, almost sobbing, first silently and then aloud, telling his parents he was sorry, he would never have stolen from them, he would pray for them if they wanted, even though he had never believed. ... Then he closed his eyes tight as the crowd struggled with itself, squeezed his eyes shut until they ached, for something was struggling in his pocket, feebly and softly. He couldn"t bear it without screaming, and if he screamed in the midst of the crowd, he would know he was mad. He looked down.
It was a hand, a man"s hand. A man had his hand in Eric"s pocket, a ------------------------------------381 crawny youth who blinked at Eric as though to say the hand was nothing to do with him. He"d been trying to pick Eric"s pocket, which had closed around his wrist just as the holes had closed around the b.u.t.tons. "My G.o.d," Eric cried between screaming and laughter, "if you want it that badly, you can have it," and all at once the b.u.t.tonholes were loose and the coat slipped off his arms, and he was fighting sideways out of the crowd.
He looked back once, then fought free of the crowd and stumbled uphill beyond the streets, towards the heath. Perhaps up there he would know whether to go to Charlie for his cards or his job. At last he realised he was still holding his mother"s ring. He slipped it into his safest pocket and forced himself not to look back. Perhaps someone would notice how wild the pickpocket"s eyes were growing; perhaps they might help him. In any case, perhaps it had only been the press of the crowd that had been giving him trouble as he struggled with the coat, one hand in the pocket, the other in the sleeve. Perhaps Eric hadn"t really seen the sleeve worming, inching. He knew he"d seen the youth struggling to put on the coat, but he couldn"t be sure that he"d seen it helping itself on. ------------------------------------382 ------------------------------------383
Apples
We wanted to be scared on Halloween, but not like that. We never meant anything to happen to Andrew. We only wanted him not to be so useless and show us he could do something he was scared of doing. I know I was scared the night I went to the allotments when Mr Gray was still alive. anything to happen to Andrew. We only wanted him not to be so useless and show us he could do something he was scared of doing. I know I was scared the night I went to the allotments when Mr Gray was still alive.
We used to watch him from Colin"s window in the tenements, me and Andrew and Colin and Colin"s little sister Jill. Sometimes he worked in his allotment until midnight, my mum once said. The big lamps on the paths through the estate made his face look like a big white candle with a long nose that was melting. Jill kept shouting "Mr Toad" and shutting the window quick, but he never looked up. Only he must have known it was us and that"s why he said we took his apples when kids from the other end of the estate did really.
He took our mums and dads to see how they"d broken his hedge because he"d locked his gate. "If Harry says he didn"t do it, then he didn"t," my dad went and Colin"s, who was a wrestler, went "If I find out who"s been up to no good they"ll be walking funny for a while." But Andrew"s mum only went "I just hope you weren"t mixed up in this, Andrew." His dad and mum were like that, they were teachers and tried to make him friends at our school they taught at, boys who didn"t like getting dirty and always had combs and handkerchiefs. So then whenever we were cycling round the paths by the allotments and Mr Gray saw us he said things like "There are the children who can"t keep their hands off other people"s property" to anyone who was pa.s.sing. So one night Colin pinched four apples off his tree, and then it was my turn.
I had to wait for a night my mum sent me to the shop. The woman isn"t supposed to sell kids cigarettes, but she does because she knows my mum. I came back past the allotments, and when I got to Mr Gray"s I ducked down behind the hedge. The lamps that were supposed to stop people being mugged turned everything grey in the allotments and made Mr Gray"s windows look as if they had metal shutters on. I could hear my heart jumping. I went to where the hedge was low and climbed over. ------------------------------------384 He"d put broken gla.s.s under the hedge. I managed to land on tiptoe in between the bits of gla.s.s. I hated him then, and I didn"t even bother taking apples from where he mightn"t notice, I just pulled some off and threw them over the hedge for the worms to eat. We wouldn"t have eaten them, all his apples tasted old and bitter. I gave my mum her cigarettes and went up to Colin"s and told Andrew "Your turn next."
He started hugging himself. "I can"t. My parents might know."
"They said we were stealing, as good as said it," Jill went. "They probably thought you were. My dad said he"d pull their heads off and stick them you-know-where if he thought that"s what they meant about us."
"You"ve got to go," Colin went. "Harry went and he"s not even eleven. Go now if you like, before my mum and dad come back from the pub."
Andrew might have thought Colin meant to make him, because he started shaking and going "No I won"t," and then there was a stain on the front of his trousers. "Look at the baby weeing himself," Colin and Jill went.
I felt sorry for him. "Maybe he doesn"t feel well. He can go another night."
"I"ll go if he won"t," Jill went.
"You wouldn"t let a girl go, would you?" Colin went to Andrew, but then their mum and dad came back. Andrew ran upstairs and Colin went to Jill "You really would have gone too, wouldn"t you?"
"I"m still going." She was so cross she went red. "I"m just as brave as you two, braver." And we couldn"t stop her the next night, when her mum was watching Jill"s dad at work being the Hooded Gouger.
I thought she"d be safe. There"d been a storm in the night and the wind could have blown down the apples. But I was scared when I saw how small she looked down there on the path under the lamps, and I"d never noticed how long it took to walk to the allotments, all that way she might have to run back. Her shadow kept disappearing as if something was squashing it and then it jumped in front of her. We couldn"t see in Mr Gray"s windows for the lamps.
When she squatted down behind Mr Gray"s hedge, Andrew went "Looks like she"s been taken short" to try to sound like us, but Colin just glared at him. She threw her coat on the broken gla.s.s, then she got over the hedge and ran to the tree. The branches were too high for her. "Leave it," Colin went, but she couldn"t have heard him, because she started climbing. She was halfway up when Mr Gray came out of his house.
He"d got a pair of garden shears. He grinned when he saw Jill, because even all that far away we could see his teeth. He ran round to where the ------------------------------------385 hedge was low. He couldn"t really run, it was like a fat old white dog trying, but there wasn"t anywhere else for Jill to climb the hedge. Colin ran out, and I was going to open the window and shout at Mr Gray when he climbed over the hedge to get Jill.
He was clicking the shears. I could see the blades flash. Andrew wet himself and ran upstairs, and I couldn"t open the window or even move. Jill jumped off the tree and hurt her ankles, and when she tried to get away from him she was nearly as slow as he was. But she ran to the gate and tried to climb it, only it fell over. Mr Gray ran after her waving the shears when she tried to crawl away, and then he grabbed his chest like they do in films when they"re shot, and fell into the hedge.
Colin ran to Jill and brought her back, and all that time Mr Gray didn"t move. Jill was shaking but she never cried, only shouted through the window at Mr Gray. "That"ll teach you," she shouted, even when Colin went "I think he"s dead." We were glad until we remembered Jill"s coat was down there on the gla.s.s.
I went down though my chest was hurting. Mr Gray was leaning over the hedge with his hands hanging down as if he was trying to reach the shears that had fallen standing up in the earth. His eyes were open with the lamps in them and looking straight at Jill"s coat. He looked as if he"d gone bad somehow, as if he"d go all out of shape if you poked him. I grabbed Jill"s coat, and just then the hedge creaked and he leaned forward as if he was trying to reach me. I ran away and didn"t look back, because I was sure that even though he was leaning further his head was up so he could keep watching me.
I didn"t sleep much that night and I don"t think the others did. I kept getting up to see if he"d moved, because I kept thinking he was creeping up on the tenements. He was always still in the hedge, until I fell asleep, and when I looked again he wasn"t there. The ambulance must have taken him away, but I couldn"t get to sleep for thinking I could hear him on the stairs.
Next night my mum and dad were talking about how some woman found him dead in the hedge and the police went into his house. My mum said the police found a whole bedroom full of rotten fruit, and some books in his room about kids. Maybe he didn"t like kids because he was afraid what he might do to them, she said, but that was all she"d say.
Colin and me dared each other to look in his windows and Jill went too. All we could see was rooms with nothing in them now except sunlight making them look dusty. I could smell rotten fruit, and I kept thinking Mr Gray was going to open one of the doors and show us his face gone bad. We went ------------------------------------386 to see how many apples were left on his tree, only we didn"t go in the allotment because when I looked at the house I saw a patch on one of the windows as if someone had wiped it clean to watch us. Jill said it hadn"t been there before we"d gone to the hedge. We stayed away after that, and every night when I looked out of my room the patch was like a white face watching from his window.
Then someone else moved into his house and by the time the clocks went back and it got dark an hour earlier, we"d forgotten about Mr Gray, at least Colin and Jill and me had. It was nearly Halloween and then a week to Guy Fawkes Night. Colin was going to get some zombie videos to watch on Halloween because his mum and dad would be at the wrestling, but then Andrew"s mum found out. Andrew came and told us he was having a Hallowe"en party instead. "If you don"t come there won"t be anyone," he went.
"All right, we"ll come," Colin went, but Jill went "Andrew"s just too scared to watch the zombies. I expect they make him think of Mr Toad. He"s scared of Mr Toad even now he"s dead."
Andrew got red and stamped his foot. "You wait," he went.
The day before Halloween, I saw him hanging round near Mr Gray"s allotment when it was getting dark. He turned away when I saw him, pretending he wasn"t there. Later I heard him go upstairs slowly as if he was carrying something, and I nearly ran out to catch him and make him go red.
I watched telly until my mum told me to go to bed three times. Andrew always went to bed as soon as his mum came home from night-school. I went to draw my curtains and I saw someone in Mr Gray"s allotment, bending down under the apple tree as if he was looking for something. He was bending down so far I thought he was digging his face in the earth. When he got up his face looked too white under the lamps, except for his mouth that was messy and black. I pulled the curtains and jumped into bed in case he saw me, but I think he was looking at Andrew"s window.
Next day at school Andrew bought Colin and Jill and me sweets. He must have been making sure we went to his party. "Where"d you get all that money?" Jill wanted to know.
"Mummy gave it to me to buy apples," Andrew went and started looking round as if he was scared someone could hear him.
He wouldn"t walk home past Mr Gray"s. He didn"t know I wasn"t going very near after what I"d seen in the allotment. He went the long way round behind the tenements. I got worried when I didn"t hear him come in and I went down in case some big kids had done him. He was hiding under the bonfire we"d all built behind the tenements for Guy Fawkes Night. He ------------------------------------387 wouldn"t tell me who he was hiding from. He nearly screamed when I looked in at him in the tunnel he"d made under there.
"Don"t go if you don"t want to," my mum went because I took so long over my tea. "I better had," I went, but I waited until Andrew came to find out if we were ever going, then we all went up together. It wasn"t his party we minded so much as his mum and dad telling us what to do.
The first thing his dad said when we went in was "Wipe your feet," though we hadn"t come from outside. It was only him there, because Andrew"s mum was going to come back soon so he could go to a meeting. Then he started talking in the kind of voice teachers put on just before the holidays to make you forget they"re teachers. "I expect your friends would like a Halloween treat," he went and got some baked potatoes out of the oven, but only Andrew had much. I"d just eaten and besides the smell of apples kept getting into the taste of the potatoes and making me feel funny.
There were apples hanging from a rope across the room and floating in a washing-up bowl full of water on some towels on the floor. "If that"s the best your friends can do with my Hallowe"en cuisine I think it"s about time for games," Andrew"s dad went and took our plates away, grousing like a school dinner lady. When he came back, Andrew went "Please may you tie my hands."
"I don"t know about that, son." But Andrew gave him a handkerchief to tie them and looked as if he was going to cry, so his dad went "Hold them out, then."
"No, behind my back."
"I don"t think your mother would permit that." Then he must have seen how Andrew wanted to be brave in front of us, so he made a face and tied them. "I hope your friends have handkerchiefs too," he went.
He tied our hands behind our backs, wrinkling his nose at Jill"s handkerchief, and we let him for Andrew"s sake. "Now the point of the game is to bring down an apple by biting it," he went, as if we couldn"t see why the apples were hanging up. Only I wished he wouldn"t go on about it because talking about them seemed to make the smell stronger.
Jill couldn"t quite reach. When he held her up she kept b.u.mping the apple with her nose and said a bad word when the apple came back and hit her. He put her down then quick and Colin had a go. His mouth was almost as big as one of the apples, and he took a bite first time, then he spat it out on the floor. "What on earth do you think you"re doing? Would you do that at home?" Andrew"s dad shouted, back to being a teacher again, and went to get a dustpan and a mop. ------------------------------------388 "Where did you get them apples?" Colin went to Andrew. Andrew looked at him to beg him not to ask in front of his dad, and we all knew. I remembered noticing there weren"t any apples on Mr Gray"s tree anymore. We could see Andrew was trying to show us he wasn"t scared, only he had to wait until his mum or dad was there. When his dad finished clearing up after Colin, Andrew went "Let"s have duck-apples now."
He knelt down by the bowl of water and leaned his head in. He kept his face in the water so long I thought he was looking at something and his dad went to him in case he couldn"t get up. He pulled his face out spluttering and I went next, though I didn"t like how nervous he looked now.
I wished I hadn"t. The water smelled stale and tasted worse. Whenever I tried to pick up an apple with just my mouth without biting into it, it sank and then bobbed up, and I couldn"t see it properly. I didn"t like not being able to see the bottom of the bowl. I had another go at an apple so I could get away, but Andrew"s dad or someone must have stood over me, because the water got darker and I thought the apple bobbing up was bigger than my head and looking at me. I felt as if someone was holding my head down in the water and I couldn"t breathe. I tried to knock the bowl over and spilled a bit of water on the towels. Andrew"s dad hauled me out of the bowl as if I was a dog. "I think we"ll dispense with the duck-apples," he went, and then the doorbell rang.
"That must be your mother without her keys again," he told Andrew, sounding relieved. "Just don"t touch anything until one of us is here." He went down and we heard the door slam and then someone coming up. It wasn"t him, the footsteps were too slow and loud. I kept tasting the appley water and feeling I was going to be sick. The footsteps took so long I thought I wouldn"t be able to look when they came in. The door opened and Jill screamed, because there was someone wearing a dirty sheet and a skull for a face. "It"s only Mummy," Andrew went, laughing at Jill for being scared. "She said she might dress up."
Just then the doorbell rang again and made us all jump. Andrew"s mum closed the door of the flat as if the bell wasn"t even ringing. "It must be children," Andrew went, looking proud of himself because he was talking for his mother. Jill was mad at him for laughing at her. "I want to duck for apples," she went, even though the smell was stronger and rottener. "I didn"t have a go."
Andrew"s mum nodded and went round making sure our hands were tied properly, then she pushed Jill to the bowl without taking her hands from under the sheet. Jill looked at her to tell her she didn"t care if she wanted to pretend that much, Jill wasn"t scared. The bell rang again for a long time but we ------------------------------------389 all ignored it. Jill bent over the bowl and Andrew"s mum leaned over her. The way she was leaning I thought she was going to hold Jill down, except Jill dodged out of the way. "There"s something in there," she went.
"There"s only apples," Andrew went. "I didn"t think you you "do be scared." Jill looked as if she"d have hit him if she"d been able to get her hands from behind her back. "I want to try the apples hanging up again," she went. "I didn"t have a proper go." "do be scared." Jill looked as if she"d have hit him if she"d been able to get her hands from behind her back. "I want to try the apples hanging up again," she went. "I didn"t have a proper go."
She went under the rope and tried to jump high enough to get an apple, and then something tapped on the window. She nearly fell down, and even Colin looked scared. I know I was, because I thought someone had climbed up to the third floor to knock on the window. I thought Mr Gray had. But Andrew grinned at us because his mum was there and went "It"s just those children again throwing stones."
His mum picked Jill up and Jill got the apple first time. She bit into it just as more stones. .h.i.t the window, and then we heard Andrew"s dad shouting outside. "It"s me, Andrew. Let me in. Some d.a.m.n fool locked me out when I went down."
Jill made a noise as if she was trying to scream. She"d spat out the apple and goggled at it on the floor. Something was squirming in it. I couldn"t move and Colin couldn"t either, because Andrew"s mum"s hands had come out from under the sheet to hold Jill. Only they were white and dirty, and they didn"t look like any woman"s hands. They didn"t look much like hands at all.
Then both the arms came worming out from under the sheet to hold Jill so she couldn"t move any more than Colin and me could, and the head started shaking to get the mask off. I"d have done anything rather than see underneath, the arms looked melted enough. All we could hear was the rubber mask creaking and something flopping round inside it, and the drip on the carpet from Andrew wetting himself. But suddenly Andrew squeaked, the best he could do for talking. "You leave her alone. She didn"t take your apples, I did. You come and get me."
The mask slipped as if him under the sheet was putting his head on one side, then the arms dropped Jill and reached out for Andrew. Andrew ran to the door and we saw he"d got his hands free. He ran onto the stairs going Come on, you fat old toad, try and catch me."
Him under the sheet went after him and we heard them running down, Andrew"s footsteps and the others that sounded bare and squelchy. Me and Colin ran to Jill when we could move to see if she was all right apart from being sick on the carpet. When I saw she was, I ran down fast so that I wouldn"t think about it, to find Andrew. ------------------------------------390 I heard his dad shouting at him behind the tenements. "Did you do this? What"s got into you?" Andrew had got matches from somewhere and set light to the bonfire. His dad didn"t see anything else, but I did, a sheet and something jumping about inside it, under all that fire. Andrew must have crawled through the tunnel he"d made but him in the sheet had got stuck. I watched the sheet flopping about when the flames got to it, then it stopped moving when the tunnel caved in on it. "Come upstairs, I want a few words with you," Andrew"s dad went, pulling him by the ear. But when we got in the building he let go and just gaped, because Andrew"s hair had gone dead white. ------------------------------------391
The Other Side
When Bowring saw where the fire engines were heading, he thought at first it was the school. "They"ve done it, the young swine," he groaned, craning out of his high window, clutching the cold dewy sill. Then flames burst from an upper window of the abandoned tenement a mile away across the river, reddening the low clouds. That would be one less place for them to take their drugs and do whatever else they got up to when they thought n.o.body was watching. "Bow-wow"s watching, and don"t you forget it," he muttered with a grin that let the night air twinge his teeth, and then he realised how he could. it was the school. "They"ve done it, the young swine," he groaned, craning out of his high window, clutching the cold dewy sill. Then flames burst from an upper window of the abandoned tenement a mile away across the river, reddening the low clouds. That would be one less place for them to take their drugs and do whatever else they got up to when they thought n.o.body was watching. "Bow-wow"s watching, and don"t you forget it," he muttered with a grin that let the night air twinge his teeth, and then he realised how he could.