The Ogre Downstairs. Diana Wynne Jones

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       COPYRIGHT

      First published by Macmillan London Ltd in 1974

      This edition published by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2010 HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 77–85 Fulham Palace Road, Hammersmith, London, W6 8JB

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      Copyright © Diana Wynne Jones 1974.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007154692

      Ebook Edition © SEPTEMBER 2014 ISBN: 9780007500000

      Version: 2014–09–10

DEDICATION

      For Richard, who thought of Indigo Rubber,and Micky, who helped with the chemicals.

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

       Keep Reading

       Also by the Author

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      Caspar came into the hall one afternoon with a bag of books on one shoulder and a bag of football clothes on the other and saw his brother carrying a large parcel. “What’s that?” he said.

      “It’s the Ogre,” Johnny said gloomily. “He’s trying to bribe me now.”

      “Bribe you to do what?” said Caspar.

      “Be a sweet little boy I expect,” said Johnny with the utmost disgust. “Let’s open it before Malcolm gets in, shall we?”

      Caspar, very intrigued, and also quite unreasonably annoyed that Johnny should get a present and not himself, led the way to the sitting-room door and prepared to sling his bag of books across the room into the red armchair. The bag had almost left his hand, when he saw a large pair of feet sticking out from beyond this chair. Above the chair back was an open newspaper and, below the newspaper, Caspar could just see a section of grizzled black hair. The Ogre himself was in possession. Caspar caught the bag at the top of its swing and retreated on tiptoe.

      “He’s in there,” he mouthed to Johnny.

      “Blast!” said Johnny, none too softly. “I thought he was in his study. Let’s go upstairs.”

      They hurried up the stairs, Johnny hugging his parcel, Caspar lugging his two bags. Since Caspar was so laden and Johnny, though smaller, a great deal more hefty and very eager to open his parcel besides, their progress was noisy, and shook the house a little. It was the kind of thing the Ogre could be trusted to notice. His voice roared from beneath.

      “Will you boys be quiet!”

      They sighed. Johnny said something under his breath. They finished climbing on tiptoe, at half-speed. Both knew, by instinct, that it would be unwise to provoke the Ogre further. So far, he had not hit any of them, but they had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before he did, and that it was an experience to be put off as long as possible.

      “He’s allergic to noise,” said Johnny, as they reached their bedroom.

      “And boys,” Caspar said bitterly.

      The Ogre was their stepfather, and he had been married to their mother for a month now. All three children had found it the most miserable month of their lives. They alternated between wishing themselves dead and wishing the Ogre was.

      “I don’t see why she had to marry him. We were quite all right as we were,” Johnny said, as he had said several hundred times before. They halted, according to custom, at the door of their room, for Caspar to hurl his bags one after another on to his bed. Then they set out to wade through comics, books, records, toffee bars and sixteen different construction kits, to the one clear piece of floor.

      The two boys had disliked the Ogre on sight, despite СКАЧАТЬ