Midnight for Charlie Bone. Jenny Nimmo

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      At last Charlie seized the pile and flung them, face down, on to the table. The sudden silence was a wonderful relief. The great-aunts stared at him, quietly triumphant.

      It was Aunt Venetia who spoke first. ‘There, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Charlie?’

      Charlie realised he’d been tricked. He’d have to watch out for Aunt Venetia in future. She was obviously more cunning than her sisters. ‘Who are all those people, anyway?’ he said miserably.

      ‘Your forebears, Charlie,’ said Aunt Lucretia. ‘Yewbeam blood ran in all their veins. As it does in yours, dear clever boy.’ Her attitude had changed completely. But Aunt Lucretia being nice was just as scary as Aunt Lucretia being nasty.

      ‘You can go now, Charlie,’ said Grandma Bone. ‘We have things to discuss. Arrangements to make for your future.’

      Charlie was only too glad to go. He leapt up and marched to the door. As he went he caught sight of Uncle Paton’s face. He looked sad and far away, and Charlie wondered why he hadn’t said a word the whole time he’d been there. Paton gave Charlie a quick smile and then looked away.

      Charlie hurried to the kitchen where Maisie and his mother were eagerly waiting for the results of his assessment.

      ‘I think I’ve passed,’ he told them glumly.

      ‘Well, I’m blowed,’ said Maisie. ‘I thought you’d get away with it, Charlie. Was it the voices?’

      Charlie nodded miserably.

      ‘Those ruddy Yewbeams.’ Maisie shook her head.

      Charlie’s mother, however, was not so unhappy. ‘The academy will be good for you,’ she said.

      ‘No, it won’t,’ said Charlie. ‘I don’t want to go. It’s a stuffy old place for geniuses. I won’t fit. It’s halfway across the city and I don’t know anyone there. Suppose I refuse to go, Mum?’

      ‘If you refuse . . . all this could disappear,’ said his mother, waving in the general direction of the kitchen cupboards.

      Charlie was astounded. Were his great-aunts witches, then? Making houses disappear at the touch of a wand, or maybe an umbrella?

      ‘D’you mean the house could disappear?’ he said.

      ‘Not exactly,’ said his mother. ‘But our lives would change. Maisie and I have nothing. Not a bean. When your father, Lyell, died we were at the mercy of the Yewbeams. They provide for everything. They bought the house, they pay the bills. I’m sorry, Charlie, you’ll have to go to Bloor’s if that’s what they want.’

      Charlie felt very tired. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘And now I’m going to bed.’

      He had forgotten about the orange envelope, but when he got to his bedroom, there it was on his pillow. His mother must have rescued it from the piles of food and crockery on the kitchen table. Charlie decided not to take a second look at the man and his baby. He would take the photo straight back to Kwik Foto tomorrow, and maybe get Runner Bean in exchange.

      When his mother came up to say goodnight, Charlie made her sit on his bed and answer a few questions. He felt he deserved to know more about himself before he set foot in Bloor’s Academy.

      ‘First, I want to know what really happened to my father,’ Charlie said. ‘Tell me again.’

      ‘I’ve told you so many times already, Charlie. It was foggy, he was tired. He drove off the road and the car plunged into a quarry, it was a hundred metres deep.’

      ‘And why aren’t there any photos of him around? Not one.’

      A shadow passed across his mother’s face. ‘There were,’ she said, ‘but one day, when I was out, they all disappeared. Even the tiny picture in my locket.’

      Charlie had never heard about this. ‘Why?’ he asked.

      At last his mother told him the truth about the Yewbeam family; how horrified they’d been when Lyell fell in love with her, Amy Jones, an ordinary girl with no exceptional talents. In a word, unendowed.

      The Yewbeams forbade the marriage. Their laws were ancient and strong. The women could marry whomever they chose, but every male with Yewbeam blood must marry an endowed girl. Lyell broke the rules. He and Amy Jones had eloped to Mexico.

      ‘We had a wonderful honeymoon,’ sighed Charlie’s mother. ‘But when we came home I knew that Lyell was worried. He hadn’t escaped them after all. He was always looking over his shoulder, running from shadows. And then, one foggy night, when you were two years old, he got a phone call. A summons, really. Grandma Bone was ill, he must go to her immediately. So he got in his car and . . . drove into a quarry.’ She gazed into the distance for a moment and murmured, ‘He wasn’t himself that day. Something had happened. It was almost as if he were under a spell.’

      She wiped away a very small tear. ‘I don’t think Grandma Bone has an ounce of love in her,’ she said. ‘As far as the Yewbeams were concerned, when Lyell died it was just the end of an unfortunate episode. But they were interested in you, Charlie. Suppose you turned out to be endowed? They realised they would have to take care of you until they found out. So they gave me a house and let Maisie move in. And then Grandma Bone arrived. To watch us. Uncle Paton came shortly after that, because . . . well, I suppose he didn’t have anywhere else to go. I was grateful for everything, until the photos vanished. It was something I just couldn’t understand. Grandma Bone denied having touched them, of course.’

      Charlie listened to his mother’s story and put two and two together. ‘I know why the photos vanished,’ he murmured. ‘Grandma Bone didn’t want me to hear what my father had to say.’

      ‘But, Charlie, you were only two,’ said his mother. ‘She didn’t know that you would have this funny gift for hearing voices.’

      ‘She guessed,’ said Charlie. ‘It’s probably in the family.’

      His serious face made his mother smile. She kissed him goodnight and told him not to worry about the Yewbeams. ‘And don’t worry about Bloor’s Academy either,’ she said. ‘After all, your father went there.’

      ‘And did he have a talent?’ asked Charlie.

      ‘Oh, yes,’ said his mother, from the door. ‘But not your sort of talent, Charlie. He wasn’t endowed. He was a musician.’

      When she had gone Charlie couldn’t sleep. He had too much on his mind. It was unsettling to think he was part of such a peculiar family. He wanted to know more. Much more. But where to begin? Perhaps Uncle Paton could provide a few answers. He didn’t seem as heartless as his sisters.

      The storm blew itself out. The rain stopped. The wind died and the cathedral clock struck midnight. On the twelfth stroke, Charlie felt a sudden, strange breathlessness. Something was happening to him. It was as if he were passing through a moment when he might live or die. He thought of Lyell, the father he couldn’t remember.

      The moment passed and Charlie found himself wide awake and restless. A few minutes later, he heard Uncle Paton creak downstairs and go to the kitchen for a snack. Charlie had grown used to his uncle’s night-time ramble. It always woke him up. Usually he would just СКАЧАТЬ