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"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Call us if you need anything, or if you just want some company."
"I will. Night, Mum."
"I love you."
"I know."
Stephanie hung up and grinned. She slipped the phone back into her jacket and put her 33.feet up on the desk, relaxing in the chair, and went back to reading.
When she looked up again, she was surprised to find that it was almost midnight and the rain had stopped. If she were home right now, she'd be in bed. She blinked, her eyes sore, and stood up from the desk and went downstairs to the kitchen. For all his wealth and success and extravagant tastes, Stephanie was thankful that when it came to food, Gordon was a pretty standard guy. The bread was stale and the fruit was a bit too ripe, but there were biscuits and there was cereal, and the milk in the fridge was still good for one more day. She made herself a snack and wandered into the living room, where she flicked on the TV. She sat on the couch and was just getting comfy when the house phone rang.
She looked at it, resting there on the table at her elbow. Who would be calling? Anyone who knew Gordon had died wouldn't be calling, because they'd know he had died, and she didn't really want to be the one to tell anyone who didn't know. It could be her parents--but then why didn't they just call her mobile?
Figuring that as the new owner of the house it was her responsibility to answer her own 34.phone, Stephanie picked it up. "h.e.l.lo?"
Silence.
"h.e.l.lo?" Stephanie repeated.
"Who is this?" came a man's voice.
"I'm sorry," Stephanie said, "who are you looking for?"
"Who is this?" responded the voice, more irritably this time.
"If you're looking for Gordon Edgley," Stephanie said, "I'm afraid that he's--"
"I know Edgley's dead," snapped the man. "Who are you? Your name?"
Stephanie hesitated. "Why do you want to know?" she asked.
"What are you doing in that house? Why are you in his house?"
"If you want to call back tomorrow--"
"I don't want to, all right? Listen to me, girlie: If you mess up my master's plans, he will be very displeased, and he is not a man you want to displease--you got that? Now tell me who you are!"
Stephanie realized her hands were shaking. She forced herself to calm down, and quickly found anger replacing her nervousness. "My name is none of your business," she said. "If 35.you want to talk to someone, call back tomorrow at a reasonable hour."
"You don't talk to me like that," the man hissed.
"Good night," Stephanie said firmly.
"You do not talk to me like--"
But Stephanie was already putting the phone down. Suddenly the idea of spending the whole night here wasn't as appealing as it had first seemed. She considered calling her parents, then scolded herself for being so childish. No need to worry them, she thought; no need to worry them about something so-- Someone pounded on the front door.
"Open up!" came the man's voice between the pounding. Stephanie got to her feet, staring through to the hall beyond the living room. She could see a dark shape behind the frosted gla.s.s around the front door. "Open the d.a.m.n door!"
Stephanie backed up to the fireplace, her heart pounding in her chest. He knew she was in here-- there was no use pretending that she wasn't--but maybe if she stayed really quiet, he'd give up and go away. She heard him cursing, and the pounding grew so heavy that the front door rattled under the blows.
36."Leave me alone!" Stephanie shouted.
"Open the door!"
"No!" she shouted back. She liked shouting; it disguised her fear. "I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police right now!"
The pounding stopped immediately, and she saw the shape move away from the door. Was that it? Had she scared him away? She thought of the back door--was it locked? Of course it was locked--it had to be locked. But she wasn't sure, she wasn't certain. She grabbed a poker from the fireplace and was reaching for the phone when she heard a knock on the window beside her.
She cried out and jumped back. The curtains were open, and outside the window was pitch-black. She couldn't see a thing.
"Are you alone in there?" came the voice. It was teasing now, playing with her.
"Go away," she said loudly, holding up the poker so that he could see it. She heard the man laugh.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked from outside.
"I'll break your head open with it!" Stephanie screamed at him, fear and fury bubbling inside her.
37.She heard him laugh again.
"I just want to come in," he said. "Open the door for me, girlie. Let me come in."
"The police are on their way," she said.
"You're a liar."
Still she could see nothing beyond the gla.s.s, and he could see everything. She s.n.a.t.c.hed the phone from its cradle.
"Don't do that," came the voice.
"I'm calling the police."
"The road's closed, girlie. You call them, I'll break down that door and kill you hours before they get here."
Fear became terror and Stephanie froze. She was going to cry. She could feel the tears welling up inside her. She hadn't cried in years. "What do you want?" she said to the darkness. "Why do you want to come in?"
"It's got nothing to do with me, girlie. I've just been sent to pick something up. Let me in; I'll look around, get what I came here for, and leave. I won't harm a pretty little hair on your pretty little head, I promise. Now you just open that door right this second."
38.Stephanie gripped the poker in both hands and shook her head. She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks. "No," she said.
She screamed as a fist smashed through the window, showering the carpet with gla.s.s. She stumbled back as the man started climbing in, glaring at her with blazing eyes, unmindful of the gla.s.s that cut into him. The moment his foot touched the floor inside the house, Stephanie bolted out of the room and over to the front door, fumbling at the lock.
Strong hands grabbed her from behind. She screamed again as she was lifted off her feet and carried back. She kicked out, slamming a heel into his s.h.i.+n. The man grunted and let go. Stephanie twisted, trying to swing the poker into his face, but he caught it and pulled it from her grasp. One hand went to her throat, and Stephanie gagged, unable to breathe as the man forced her back into the living room.
He pushed her into an armchair and leaned in on her. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break his grip.
"Now then," the man said, his mouth contorting into a sneer, "why don't you just give me the key, little girlie?"
39.And that's when the front door was flung off its hinges and Skulduggery Pleasant burst into the house.
The man cursed and released Stephanie and swung the poker, but Skulduggery moved straight to him and hit him so hard, Stephanie thought the man's head might come off. He hit the ground and tumbled backward, but rolled to his feet as Skulduggery moved in again.
The man launched himself forward. The two men collided and went backward over the couch, and Skulduggery lost his hat. Stephanie saw a flash of white above the scarf.
They got to their feet, grappling, and the man swung a punch that knocked Skulduggery's sungla.s.ses to the other side of the room. Skulduggery responded by moving in low, grabbing the man around the waist, and twisting his hip into him. The man was flipped to the floor, hard.
He cursed a little more while he was down there, then remembered Stephanie and made for her. Stephanie leaped out of the chair, but before he reached her, Skulduggery was there, kicking the man's legs out from under him. The man hit a small coffee table with his chin and howled in pain.
40."You think you can stop me?" he screamed as he tried to stand. His knees seemed shaky. "Do you know who I am?"
"Haven't the foggiest," Skulduggery said.
The man spat blood and grinned defiantly. "Well, I know about you," he said. "My master told me all about you, Detective, and you're going to have to do a lot more than that to stop me."
Skulduggery shrugged, and Stephanie watched in amazement as a ball of fire flared up in his hand. He hurled it, and the man was suddenly covered in flame. But instead of screaming, the man tilted his head back and roared with laughter. The fire might have engulfed him, but it wasn't burning him.
"More!" He laughed. "Give me more!"
"If you insist."
And then Skulduggery took an old-fas.h.i.+oned revolver from his jacket and fired, the gun bucking slightly with the recoil. The bullet hit the man in the shoulder and he screamed, then tried to run and tripped. He scrambled for the doorway, ducking and dodging lest he get shot again, the flames obstructing his vision so much that he hit a wall on his way out.
And then he was gone.
41.Stephanie stared at the door, trying to make sense of the impossible.
"Well," Skulduggery said from behind her, "that's something you don't see every day."
She turned. When his hat had come off, his hair had come off too. In the confusion, all she had seen was a chalk-white scalp, so she turned expecting to see a bald albino, maybe. But no. With his sungla.s.ses gone and his scarf hanging down, there was no denying the fact that he had no flesh, he had no skin, he had no eyes, and he had no face.
All he had was a skull for a head.
Chapter Four.
The Secret War
42.Skulduggery put his gun away and walked out to the hall. He peered out into the night. Satisfied that there were no human fireb.a.l.l.s lurking anywhere nearby, he came back inside and picked the door up off the floor, grunting with the effort. He maneuvered it back to where it belonged, leaving it leaning in the doorway; then he shrugged and came back into the living room, where Stephanie was still standing and staring at him.
"Sorry about the door," he said.
Stephanie stared.
43."I'll pay to get it fixed."
Stephanie stared.
"It's still a good door, you know. St.u.r.dy."
When he realized that Stephanie was in no condition to do anything but stare, he shrugged again and took off his coat, folded it neatly, and draped it over the back of a chair. He went to the broken window and started picking up the shards of gla.s.s.
Now that he didn't have his coat on, Stephanie could truly appreciate how thin he really was. His suit, well tailored though it was, hung off him, giving it a shapeless quality. She watched him collect the broken gla.s.s, and saw a flash of bone between his s.h.i.+rtsleeve and glove. He stood up, looking back at her.
"Where should I put all this gla.s.s?"
"I don't know," Stephanie said in a quiet voice. "You're a skeleton."
"I am indeed," he said. "Gordon used to keep a trash can out at the back door; shall I put it in that?"
Stephanie nodded. "Yes, okay," she said simply, and watched Skulduggery carry the armful of gla.s.s shards out of the room. All her life she had longed for something else, for 44.something to take her out of the humdrum world she knew--and now that it looked like it might actually happen, she didn't have one clue what to do. Questions were tripping over themselves in her head, each one vying to be the one that was asked first. So many of them.
Skulduggery came back in, and she asked the first question. "Did you find it all right?"
"I did, yes. It was where he always kept it."
"Okay then." If questions were people, she thought, they'd all be staring at her now in disbelief. She struggled to form coherent thoughts.
"Did you tell him your name?" Skulduggery was asking.
"What?"
"Your name. Did you tell him?"
"Uh, no . . ."
"Good. You know something's true name, you have power over it. But even a given name, even Stephanie, would have been enough to do it."
"To do what?"
"To give him some influence over you, to get you to do what he asked. If he had your name and he knew what to do with it, sometimes that's all it takes. That's a scary thought, now, isn't it?"
45."What's going on?" Stephanie asked. "Who was he? What did he want? Just who are you?"
"I'm me," Skulduggery said, picking up his hat and wig and placing them on a nearby table. "As for him, I don't know who he is; never seen him before in my life."
"You shot him."
"That's right."
"And you threw fire at him."