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TALES FROM THE SINISTER CITY

MACMILLAN CHILDREN’S BOOKS

 
CONTENTS

A Note from F. E. Higgins

Prologue: An Eventful Supper

1 A Room with a View

2 Memories

3 A Meeting of Minds

4 A Disagreement

5 Article from the
Opum Oppidulum Hebdomadal

6 The Great Escape Plan

7 A Not So Great Escape

8 A Delivery

9 A Nocturnal Adventure

10 The Painted Man

11 Out of the Frying Pan . . .

12 Article from the
Opum Oppidulum Hebdomadal

13 An Invitation from the Mayor

14 The Merry Inmate

15 A Deadly Diagnosis

16 A Book and an Egg

17 Departure

18 A Letter to Dr Tibor Velhildegildus

19 Article from the
Opum Oppidulum Hebdomadal

20 The Lodestone Procedure

21 A Boating Trip

22 Thoughts of the Monstrous Creature

23 The Third Party

24 The New Superintendent

25 Settling In

26 A Proposition

27 A Mystery

28 Tea Leaves and Secrets

29 Ghost?

30 Down to Work

31 All Part of the Job

32 An Unexpected Encounter

33 Article from the
Opum Oppidulum Hebdomadal

34 Wanderings

35
Mox Nox in Rem

36 A Pipe and a Pest

37 Thoughts of the Monstrous Creature

38 On the Trail of the Elusive Mr Faye

39 Eavesdropping

40 The Perambulating Submersible

41 The Beginning of the End

42 Too Much Information . . .

43 Bad Timing

44 The Maiden Vogage of
Indagator Gurgitis

45 Loose Ends

46 A Girl of Many Talents

47 Article from the
Opum Oppidulum Hebdomadal

48 A Letter to Robert

49 The Confession of Rex Grammaticus

A Note from F. E. Higgins

Appendix 1

 
A NOTE FROM F. E. HIGGINS

It is late evening and I have finally laid down my pen. The curtains are drawn and I sit now by the fire in my study. Outside the snow has spread a blanket of white across the
fields. And still more falls.

As some of you know, I have in my possession many objects of mysterious origin – too many now to mention. So tonight from the mantel I pick only two: the first, a polished disc of dark
magnetite on a silver chain; the second, what we shall call for now an egg.

These simple objects are at the very heart of a dark tale of treachery and tragedy, deception and wickedness. I have looked back through time and uncovered a story that will cause your heart to
beat faster and your breath to catch in your throat. Steel yourself, dear Reader, for at times you will be mystified and, I warn you now, at times you will be repelled.

But at all times you will want to know what lies ahead . . .

F. E. Higgins

 
PROLOGUE
An Eventful Supper

In nightshirt and robe, slippers and nightcap, Rex Grammaticus quietly entered the large dark-panelled dining room. On the far side of the room, lit in candle glow, he could
see his stepmother, Acantha, and his father, Ambrose, at the table eating their evening meal. Rex had eaten earlier, at his stepmother’s request, in the kitchen. One more change that she had
made since marrying his father; one more way to push him out of the picture. It had only been eight weeks since the marriage but Acantha moved about the house as if she had lived there all her
life. It was Rex who felt like the newcomer.

Silently Rex crossed the luxurious carpet towards the table. The two diners did not hear his soft-slippered approach. He stopped just beyond the reach of the candles’ light to stand
motionless by a shining suit of armour positioned against the wall. He watched for a few seconds as Acantha daintily dissected her fish into flakes and pushed it about her plate. She held her knife
like a pen and her right little finger stuck out at an angle. Ambrose, sitting opposite, was almost finished.

‘Eat it up, my love,’ said Acantha in that sickly sweet voice of hers that made Rex want to spit. ‘It’s bream, fresh today. I read recently in the
Hebdomadal
that
fish is very good for the brain.’

‘Always concerned for my health,’ said Ambrose (and looked at her in that way of his that made Rex feel slightly nauseous), ‘but I see you haven’t finished your own,’ he chided.

‘I am not so hungry tonight,’ said Acantha, and she smiled, showing her little pointy teeth. Rex shuddered. Acantha was just so . . . false. How could his father not see through her?
He opened his mouth to announce his presence but hesitated to speak. Was it his imagination or was his father beginning to look a little odd? He was shifting around restlessly in his chair,
twitching and jerking, and he was squinting as if the light hurt his eyes. Rex moved slightly and Acantha saw his reflection in the armour. Rex thought he caught a glimmer of something deadly in
her eye. ‘Come to say goodnight?’ she asked sweetly.

Ambrose looked up from his plate. ‘Ah, Rex, my boy,’ he said, beckoning him over. ‘Your tutor tells me you worked well today. Even on your Latin!’

Rex smiled and came forward. Acantha stiffened.

‘I am not so sure about that tutor,’ she said. ‘I still think a good boarding school would suit Rex so much better. He spends too much time in the house. A boy of twelve needs
to be out with others of his own age.’

Rex looked immediately to his father, who shook his head. ‘No,’ he said firmly. ‘Much as I hate to disagree with you, I think Rex should remain at home for the time being. Rex
is a talented boy and he wants to follow me in my profession. I am happy to teach him all I know and for that I need him with me. The tutor can provide the rest.’

Acantha changed the subject. ‘Did I tell you, dearest, that I am having dinner with Mr Chapelizod tomorrow night? It’s about the beggars again. I’ve been asked to join the
committee. There are just so many now, on every step and corner; people find them offensive. Mr Chapelizod thinks—’

‘Now, now, my dear,’ said Ambrose, a note of gravity entering his voice. ‘I hope you haven’t forgotten what I said about your friend Mr Chapelizod today.’

‘You mean that rumour?’ said Acantha coolly. ‘The one you won’t tell me.’

Ambrose inhaled deeply and drummed his fingers on the table.

‘Acantha, please do not think that I am questioning your judgement, but I have recently heard some very strange things about that man. Until I can verify whether or not they are true I
must be cautious. So, for all of our sakes, Cadmus Chapelizod is not welcome in this house.’

‘I did not think you were the sort of man to listen to rumours,’ said Acantha evenly. ‘You have enjoyed his company over dinner many times, just as I have. Besides, you shall
not tell me what to do. If I wish to see Mr Chapelizod I will. You cannot stop me.’

Rex’s jaw dropped at Acantha’s cool defiance and Ambrose looked quite distressed. After all, in this day and age a wife was still thought of as a husband’s property. A
husband’s word was law. Rex shrank back behind his father’s chair, sensing an acute change in the atmosphere.

Ambrose whitened further. Now his right eye was twitching furiously. ‘Wife,’ he said between gritted teeth, ‘it has been suggested to me that Mr Chapelizod has undesirable
habits. I cannot stress enough just how undesirable. Matters too delicate for a lady. But, believe me, they are
very
offensive; practices that are quite against nature. You must cease your
alliance with him immediately.’

Rex tried to imagine what habits the superintendent of the local lunatic asylum could have that would make him unacceptable in polite society. He resolved to ask his father in the morning.

‘You have taken against him because of his position,’ said Acantha. ‘You think because Cadmus works with lunatics that he has no place in your sophisticated circles. But I
enjoy his company. Besides, we have the same . . . how shall I put it . . . tastes.’

Ambrose stared at Acantha with a puzzled look. ‘Tastes?’ he repeated. Then his brow became smooth and his eyes widened as if he had just resolved something that had been troubling
him. His face blanched completely and sweat poured down his forehead. Without warning, he leaped up, knocking his chair over in the process, thumped his fists on the table and shouted, ‘No! No!’

Rex let out a little cry of alarm. What was happening to his father? His broad shoulders were heaving, his face was contorted into a nightmarish mask. Then a terrible wailing sound, at first low
but rising rapidly in pitch, came from somewhere and Rex realized that it was Ambrose. He watched in horror as his father put up his arms and started to wrestle with the air as if in combat with an
invisible enemy.

‘Oh Lord,’ he cried, and his voice sounded strangled. ‘What have you done to me? It’s coming for me!’

‘Father!’ cried Rex. ‘What’s wrong?’

Ambrose turned and stared down at his son. To Rex he suddenly seemed ten feet tall. His eyes were bloodshot, veins pulsated in his temple, perspiration poured down his face. His skin was blotchy
and, as Rex watched, great red pustules formed on his face and throat: huge lumps swelling up and distorting his features beyond recognition. Now Ambrose looked like nothing that existed on earth.
He looked like a creature from hell.

In a panic Rex looked over at Acantha. ‘What’s happening? Can’t you help him?’

But Acantha remained at the table stony-faced and cold-eyed. Waiting. Without warning Ambrose grabbed Rex by the arms, lifted him and threw him on to the table. Plates smashed and cutlery
scattered. Ambrose held him down with a knee across his chest.

‘Help,’ yelled Rex. His father’s face was within an inch of his own. Saliva spilt over his lip and ran down his chin to drip on to Rex’s cheeks. And for years afterwards
Rex would always recall vividly the overwhelming smell of his fishy breath. Now the pressure on his chest was so great he felt as if his eyes were about to burst. Ambrose pulled Rex’s arm up
to his frothing mouth, clamped his jaw around his wrist and bit down so hard he actually reached the bone. Rex screamed in agony and Ambrose seemed to hear the scream and looked down at his son.
For a split second there was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. But as quickly as it appeared it was gone. Then the door was flung open and the housekeeper, the butler and the bootboy came
running in. Acantha simultaneously leaped from her seat and put her hands to her face in horror.

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