The Ogre Downstairs. Diana Wynne Jones

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      “He tries,” Sally said earnestly. “I can think of at least a hundred occasions when he’s been very forebearing indeed.”

      “There are about a thousand when he hasn’t,” Caspar said bitterly.

      “That’s partly because you’ve been so awful,” Sally said frankly. “Truly, I’m ashamed of you most of the time – all of you, but particularly you as the eldest.”

      Caspar’s face was red and he wanted to mutter again. He looked over at Johnny. Johnny looked sulkily at his big toe and gave it a slight waggle. He was hating the scene as much as Caspar, and he was also mortally afraid that he was going to rise from his pen any minute and float about.

      Caspar did his best to send Sally away. “I’m sorry,” he said, sounding so sincere and nice that he made himself feel ill. “I will try.” He was quite unable to keep up this level of piety. He found himself adding, “I do try, only he keeps blaming me so.”

      “You must remember,” said Sally, “that he isn’t really used to children. Malcolm and Douglas have been away at school most of the time, and he simply had no idea what it could be like.”

      “He’s finding out, isn’t he?” said Caspar.

      Sally laughed. “You can say that again! All right. Good night, darlings. And do try a bit harder in future.”

      She went out and shut the door. Johnny gave a sigh of relief, let go of the chair and bobbed clear of the floor again.

      Before he went to bed, he had risen to three feet. Caspar was rather glad to find that there was no horrible smell this time, as the mixture in the test tube grew stronger. It must have been due to all the other things Johnny had put in. They were discussing it when Malcolm, in his usual manner, knocked and came in despite being told to go away. Johnny was only just in time to pull himself over to the cupboard and pretend to be sitting on top of it.

      “My father says you’re to put your light out,” Malcolm said. His eyes wandered critically to Johnny. “What are you sitting up there with one shoe off for?”

      “We’ve both got one shoe off,” said Caspar, stretching out his bare foot and wriggling the toes at Malcolm’s face. “It’s the badge of our secret society. Now go away.”

      “You don’t think I came in here for pleasure, do you?” Malcolm said, and went away.

      Johnny looked anxiously at Caspar. “Do you think he suspected anything?”

      “He’s far too flipping dim for that,” said Caspar. “But you’d better be careful. If he did find out, he’d tell the Ogre like a shot.”

      “I think I’ll stop now,” said Johnny. “For tonight.” So Caspar washed his big toe for him, and Johnny climbed off the cupboard and went to bed.

      The next day, Johnny skipped games and pelted home from school to continue his experiments. When Caspar came in, he found Johnny, again with one shoe off, triumphantly floating just below the ceiling.

      “Look at this!” he said. “I could go higher if I put more on, only all the powder’s in the water now and I don’t want to waste it. Can you take the test tube and prop it carefully on that stand down there?”

      Caspar stood on the cupboard and took the test tube from Johnny’s reaching hand. Then he climbed down and propped it upright in Johnny’s pen, while Johnny looked on tensely from the ceiling.

      “What are you going to do now?” Caspar asked. “Come down?”

      “I think I ought to practise a bit,” said Johnny. “You hold the door in case Malcolm comes in.”

      Caspar stood against the door and watched a little wistfully while Johnny pushed off from the ceiling and swooped this way and that across the room, as Gwinny had done. It looked enormous fun. Johnny was laughing. And now that he knew what a splendid feeling it was to be nearly as light as air, Caspar could hardly wait to get up there and swoop about himself.

      “Hadn’t I better shut the window?” he called up at Johnny’s whisking feet.

      “It’s all right,” Johnny said happily. “It’s quite easy to control where you go. Like swimming, only not such hard work.”

      Caspar watched him doing slow, swooping breaststroke through the air, and yearned to see what a fast overarm would do. “When shall we all try?”

      Johnny turned over and trod water, or rather air. “What about going out tonight, after dark, for a fly round town?”

      Caspar was about to say that this was the best idea Johnny had had in his life, when there was a thump on the door behind him. He flung himself against it, with his feet braced. “Go away. We’re busy.”

      “Buzz off!” Johnny shouted down from the ceiling.

      The doorknob began turning. Caspar grabbed it and held it hard. In spite of this, the knob continued to turn and the door moved slightly. Caspar had not thought Malcolm was so strong. “Go away!” he said.

      “I only want to borrow Indigo Rubber,” said a much deeper voice than Malcolm’s. “What’s so special that I can’t come in?”

      Caspar looked up helplessly at Johnny’s alarmed face. “I thought you didn’t like Indigo Rubber,” he shouted through the door.

      “I’ve come round to them,” Douglas called back. “And I’ve got some friends coming tonight who want to hear it.”

      “You can’t have it,” called Caspar.

      “But I promised them,” said Douglas. “Be a sport.”

      “You’d no business to promise them my records!” Caspar said, with real indignation. “You can’t have them. Go away.”

      “I knew you’d go and be mean about it,” said Douglas. “It’s typical. I only want to borrow their second LP for an hour this evening. I won’t hurt it, and you can come and listen, if you like. Father’s said we can have it in the dining room.”

      “You should have asked me first,” said Caspar. But put like that, Douglas’s request was reasonable, and he did not want to be thought mean.

      “Tell him to come back for it in five minutes,” Johnny whispered from the ceiling. “Then get me some water.”

      Caspar drew his breath to shout, but Douglas had lost patience. “You are a mean little squirt, aren’t you?” he said. “It’s no good trying to be polite to you. You lend me that record, or watch out!” The doorknob turned sharply under Caspar’s hands and the door began to open.

      “Come back in five minutes!” Caspar said desperately, his braced feet sliding.

      “And give you time to hide it?” said Douglas. “What kind of a fool do you think I am?” The door opened nearly a foot, and Douglas’s leg and shoulder came through the gap. It was clear that the rest of him was following.

      Johnny did the only thing he could think of. With a strong thrust at the ceiling and a desperate kick of his legs, he got himself to the open СКАЧАТЬ