Dial a Ghost

Chapter Twenty-One

Addie perched on the arm of the sofa and glared at her long-lost parents. A night and a day had passed since the Shriekers had seen the birthmark on Addie’s arm and realized that she was their daughter, and the change in the evil pair was staggering. They crawled about on the floor, they tried to touch the hem of Addie’s nightdress, they wept — and all the time they begged and implored and beseeched their daughter to forgive them.

‘We shouldn’t have done it,’ wailed Sabrina.

‘We only meant to punish you a little. We didn’t think you would jump into the lake.’

‘We haven’t had a moment’s peace since that dreadful day we found that you were gone.’

‘That’s why we tried to strangle other children. We couldn’t bear to see them well and happy while our Little One was lost to us.’

Addie took not the slightest notice. The python, with his sad bulge in the middle, had been hung on the towel rail in the bathroom and all she cared about was helping Oliver. He said he was all right; he’d wanted to go out and fetch the clothes he’d left strewn by the lake the day before when he was helping Mr Jenkins, but he still looked very pale, and the Wilkinsons insisted that he stayed indoors and rested.

Aunt Maud would have been ashamed to moan and grovel like the de Bones, but she had never felt more wretched in her life. She felt sure that she was going to lose Adopta. Addie might say now that she was a Wilkinson, but how could she stand out against two such grand spectres — spectres with titles, who knew about the upper classes? Sooner or later Addie would want to become Honoria de Bone, Aunt Maud was sure of that, and she felt as if her heart was breaking.

Uncle Henry and Grandma were almost as upset. They had known that they were only foster parents, but somehow they had not really thought that things would ever change.

All the same, Uncle Henry was a fair man and now he said, ‘I think the de Bones must be allowed to tell their story. What was it that made Adopta jump into the lake and drown?’

So the Shriekers began.

‘It happened on the night that Queen Victoria came to supper with us in our house near the Scottish Border. You must remember our house, Honoria?’ said Sabrina.

‘I’m not called Honoria,’ said Addie, scowling, ‘and I don’t remember a thing.’

Sabrina sighed and went on with her story. ‘You have to understand how important it was to us to have the great Queen in our house. She was the Empress of India, remember, and the Mother of the Country, and it was her husband who first brought Christmas trees to England.

‘So we prepared a tremendous banquet. We slaughtered seven oxen and shot one hundred and twenty pheasants and killed five dozen salmon and—’

‘Well I think that’s disgusting,’ said Addie. ‘All those animals killed just to stuff into the stomach of a fat little queen.’

‘Yes, that’s what you said. You were very angry. You were always an angry child — though we love you, of course — we absolutely adore you—’

‘Go on with the story,’ said Adopta.

‘So de Bone Towers was decorated with flags, and the crimson bedroom was hung with fresh tapestries and there were flowers everywhere. It meant a lot to us, this day. You see, your father was expecting to be made an earl — people often were when they had the Queen to stay. But you had been getting crosser and crosser because of the dead animals. Of course we quite understood but—’

Pelham put up his hand. ‘I will go on with the story,’ he said. ‘Queen Victoria arrived and we put on our evening clothes and our medals and our knee breeches. The footmen were in livery; the Great Hall sparkled with candlelight and the table was set with gold plates and crystal goblets and decanters of priceless wine. Queen Victoria sat at the head of the table and the ladies-in-waiting sat at the foot of the table, and the pheasants were just being brought in on great platters — all one hundred and twenty of them — when the long windows on to the terrace opened — and a cow entered the dining room.’

Addie was wrinkling up her forehead. ‘Daisy?’ she said dreamily. ‘A cow called Daisy?’

‘Yes, yes, yes!’ cried Sabrina. ‘Oh, my little darling!’

‘Go on,’ said the child. ‘What happened next?’

‘Daisy was a large cow, ready for milking. She came up to the Queen and mooed and pushed her head on to the table and the glass fell over and spilled wine on to the royal skirt. Then came Buttercup… and after Buttercup came Violet… and after Violet came Rose and Geranium and Marigold. All our cows were named for flowers. Twenty-three cows were herded into the dining hall, mooing and shoving their heads into the plates and… er… lifting their tails to spatter the ground with manure… And after them came the bull. The bull was called Hector — he weighed over a ton — and he began chasing Daisy. Daisy was his favourite. You can imagine… chairs turned over, people on the table, tails swishing… and the Queen, the famous Queen whose throne was inlaid with ivory and tourmaline and gold, shrieking and stepping in cow-pats and being butted in the behind by Daisy’s horns.’

‘And then came the sheep,’ said Adopta suddenly. ‘The cows were easy — I just shooed them up the steps — but the stupid dog couldn’t get the idea of herding sheep into the house.’

Both the de Bones turned to her. ‘So you do remember! It’s all coming back to you,’ they said excitedly. ‘You see now that you are truly our child!’

Addie shrugged. ‘I remember the cows and the sheep — and that silly Queen honking at the end of the table.’

‘Anyway, that was the end of all Pelham’s hopes of becoming an earl. The Queen left that night and never came back and we were very, very angry. So we locked you in the tower at the edge of the lake. We just wanted to keep you there for the night and make you realize what a terrible thing you had done. We never imagined you would jump into the water and try to escape. Oh, the misery and the guilt and the wretchedness… After that I’m afraid we let ourselves go.’

‘You certainly did that,’ said Grandma, looking at Lady de Bone’s dress and the bare feet with their mouldering toes.

‘Even before we became ghosts we had become hermits in the castle,’ Sabrina went on. ‘And we decided that if our little girl was lost to us for ever, no other children should sleep unharmed in their beds. But now everything will be quite different if only you will come into my arms and call me “Mother”.’

‘And come into my arms and call me “Father”,’ Pelham put in.

Addie twitched her nightdress out of his hand. ‘You must be mad,’ she said. ‘Do you really think I want parents who tried to kill my best friend? Not to mention what your beastly snake did to the budgie.’

The de Bones sidled up to Oliver. ‘We are really very sorry, dear boy. Very sorry indeed,’ said Lady de Bone.

‘On the other hand,’ put in Pelham, ‘you must remember that we were particularly asked to come here and do our most sinister haunting. We were told to go to the tower room and pull out all the stops. Mrs Mannering said that the gentleman who ordered us most particularly wanted evil ghosts.’

Everyone now looked at everyone else. The de Bones might be loathsome, but they seemed to be telling the truth.

Someone — and it had to be Fulton — had wanted Oliver harmed or even dead.

‘Now do you believe me?’ asked Adopta, turning to her friend.

But Oliver still had trouble believing that anyone who had sent him the Wilkinsons could be totally evil. ‘You don’t think he guessed that the Shriekers were your parents and wanted to give you a surprise?’

‘Oh for goodness sake,’ began Addie.

But she caught Uncle Henry’s glance and said no more. Clearly something would have to be done about Fulton Snodde-Brittle, but not till Oliver could be got away to safety.

‘Mr Tusker thinks Oliver’s drowned,’ said Eric when Oliver had fallen asleep at last. ‘I heard him going round the lake with Miss Match before he left. He’s going to tell Fulton.’

‘Good,’ said Uncle Henry. ‘In that case it won’t be long before Fulton’s back.’

‘And we’ll be ready for him,’ said Sir Pelham — and this time the Wilkinsons were glad to hear the crack of his whip and see the hatred in his hollow eyes.