by Jenny Nimmo
Behind Dr. Bloor a man with a deep tan sat at a grand piano. He had brown curly hair and a rather morose expression. His arms were folded across his chest and he occasionally glanced at the red velvet curtains at the back of the stage.
Dr. Bloor came to the end of his speech. The audience clapped enthusiastically Albert Tuccini swiveled around to face the piano and his long fingers pounced on the keys.
Gabriel was a pianist himself and he listened intently to the complicated chords that Albert Tuccini rung out of the piano. Gradually his hard breathing eased, he forgot the pain in his fingers and managed to enjoy the music.
The pianist's second piece seemed familiar to Charlie. But he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. A memory was buried at the back of his mind. Far, far back. Could it have been the music his father played? He began to nod off. And then he was asleep and dreaming. He dreamed of a room Grandma Bone had described to him. A white room, with pale curtains at the long windows. A room empty of everything except Lyell, his father, and a grand piano. But he couldn't see his father's face. He didn't even know what he looked like. Grandma Bone had hidden or destroyed every photo of her only son.
“Charlie, wake up!" Gabriel was nudging his arm.
Charlie opened his eyes. The lights were on in the auditorium and children were moving up the aisles toward the exit doors. The stage was empty
"How long have you been asleep?" asked Gabriel.
"Don't know," Charlie murmured. "Most of the time, 1 think." He dragged himself out of his seat.
Lysander left the theater with them, but then he had to get to his own dormitory "Are you going to be OK?" he asked Gabriel before he parted from them on the landing.
"I'll live," said Gabriel, grinning.
"We'll have another try at getting that glove off," said Charlie, who was feeling more awake.
In the dormitory Charlie told Fidelio what had happened and they spent several minutes trying to tug the glove off Gabriel's hand. It was impossible, Gabriel went to the bathroom and tried soap and water but the glove clung even tighter. He came back and sat on the edge of his bed. "Poor woman," he murmured. "She must have broken all her fingers."
"Do you know who she was?" asked Charlie.
"Is," said Gabriel. "She's still here. I've seen her. It's the dark lady from the tower. I used to think she was a ghost, but she isn't. She's just sort of useless and alone."
Billy Raven had crept up behind them. He stared at the black glove on Gabriel's hand. "What's that?" he asked.
"What does it look like?" said Fidelio.
“A glove. Why are you wearing one glove, Gabriel?'
Gabriel sighed. "Because I can't get it off that's why"
Billy frowned. He didn't ask any more questions, but wandered back to his bed with a thoughtful expression.
Charlie and Fidelio made one more attempt to pry the glove off Gabriel's hand, but the water had made it cling like a second skin.
"It's no use, guys," sighed Gabriel. "I'll just have to sleep with it on. Maybe it'll come off when it's dried out.” He yawned. "I'm so tired, nothing will keep me awake tonight."
Gabriel was right. He fell asleep almost as soon as he got into bed. But while he slept his dreams became nightmares, and he moaned with pain as he tossed and turned in his bed.
Gabriel made so much noise Charlie couldn't sleep a wink. The other boys woke up, too. Damian. Smerk threw his pillow at the moaning boy but it didn't wake him. He was buried deep in his troubled sleep.
The next night, Charlie and Fidelio tried, once again, to pull off the clinging black glove, but now it had shrunk. It wouldn't even peel away at the wrist. Gabriel's hand hung uselessly at his side. He couldn't even feel his fingers, he said.
They didn't know what to do. Telling Matron was out of the question. Charlie had an idea. After lights out he leaned close to Gabriel's bed and whispered, "I know someone who can help."
"Who?"
"Someone who lives behind the kitchens. We’ll have to wait till after midnight, though."
"Wake me up when it's time to go," said Gabriel.
"OK."
Charlie had promised Cook that he wouldn't tell anyone where Henry was hiding. But that wasn't quite the same as taking someone to her secret room. Be sides, this was an emergency
"YOU CAN'T GO BACK!"
At five minutes past midnight, Billy Raven Left the dormitory Charlie wondered if he could get Gabriel down to Cook's room and back before Billy returned.
"Gabriel," he whispered, shaking Gabriel's shoulder. "Wake up! It's time to go!"
Gabriel dragged himself out of bed and fumbled with his pajamas. "Ready!" he murmured.
Charlie grabbed his arm and led him out of the dormitory Only then did he turn on Cook's flashlight. Its soft light illuminated every tiny detail of the long corridor.
"Wow;" said Gabriel. "That's impressive."
"Follow me," Charlie whispered.
He began to jog, as quietly as he could, while behind him Gabriel floundered and tripped in his badly fitting slippers.
By the time Charlie had found his way to Cook's closet entrance, Gabriel looked exhausted. The fingers on his left hand had begun to throb again, and the pain made him ache all over.
Charlie didn't like to burst in on Cook unannounced, so he knocked politely on the closet door.
There was a shuffling noise behind the door and then it was opened, just a crack.
"Shoot me," said Cook, peering out at Charlie. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry Cook," said Charlie. "But . . ."
Behind him, Gabriel gave a low moan.
Cook opened the door a little wider. She was wearing her red bathrobe. "Shivering cats," she said. "Who on earth is this?"
"Gabriel Silk," Charlie told her. "He's had a sort of accident with a glove."
" Tch ! Tch ! You'd better come in."
Charlie led his friend through the closet and Gabriel looked around Cook's secret room in amazement. "What a lovely place," he said.
Cook made him sit down and examined his gloved hand, while Charlie told her how he'd found the glove, and how poor Gabriel had an unfortunate talent for experiencing other people's feelings, when he wore their clothes.
" Hm ," muttered Cook. "That's Dorothy's glove."
"Dorothy's?" said Charlie.
"It's the dark lady's," said Gabriel. "She haunts the music tower. I've seen her. She had her fingers broken in a door."
Cook nodded. "That's what you call her, do you? the dark lady Well, I'll have you know that the dark lady is Mrs. Bloor."
"What? Manfred's mother?" said Charlie. "I thought she was — well, dead."
"So do most people," said Cook. "Poor thing. She lives a terrible half-life. When Manfred crushed her fingers, she gave up. Faded away so to speak. She comes down to my little room, now and again, and we talk. But she's a sad, sad creature."
"Too right she is," said Gabriel. "This glove makes me feel so miserable I could do myself in."
"Now then, we'll have none of that talk," Cook said sternly "We'll have that glove off you in no time. Mind you, the only person who can do it is the owner of the glove."
"Why's that?" asked Charlie.
"It's just the way it is. Musician's hands are very special. There's a lot of feeling in that glove, and I can see that it's really made itself at home on your skin, Gabriel."
"I'd rather not lose any skin, if you don't mind," said Gabriel. "I'm a bit squeamish."
"Endowed children were a lot more stoical in my day," Cook remarked
as she ambled across the room. "I'll fetch Dorothy." She opened the door of a small corner closet and the boys caught sight of a narrow stairway before Cook squeezed herself into the closet and closed the door.
They heard the soft tap of footsteps behind the wall, and then over their heads. For a plump person Cook was surprisingly light-footed.
"What a place," Gabriel murmured, gazing around at the bright pictures and gleaming antique furniture. “You'd never guess that all this was right under that gloomy old building."
"Never," agreed Charlie. "Mind you, I think part of it must be under the city You can see the sky through that window." He nodded at the small window in the ceiling.
Gabriel turned to look at the skylight. "So what's up there?" he said.
Charlie shrugged. "Who knows? Someone's garden. A road." He was wondering what had happened to Henry Had Cook sent him back through time? Had he run away?
Soft footfalls overhead told them that Cook was returning with someone who walked with a peculiar shuffling sound.
A few moments later, the door to the closet opened, and Cook came in, followed by a small woman in a long, shapeless, black dress. A dark shawl covered her head so her face could hardly be seen; she walked with her head bent as though she were searching the ground.
"Now Dorothy you sit here, dear!" Cook pushed a chair close to Gabriel's. "This is Gabriel, and he seems to have gotten himself stuck into your glove."
Dorothy looked at Gabriel's limp hand, and then she stared at Charlie. Her shawl fell to her shoulders, revealing long gray hair and a pale face with two gray eyes in deep dark sockets.” And who is this?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"I'm Charlie Bone," said Charlie. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Bloor."
"Oh?" said the faint little voice. "So you're Charlie. I know ... I knew . . ."
Mrs. Bloor appeared to have forgotten what she knew or had known, for she turned her attention back to Gabriel and said, "Poor boy You play the piano, don't you? I like to listen. I'll do my best for you, but I can only use one of my hands. The other has been cursed, you see."
The boys gasped in horror
"Who cursed you?" breathed Charlie.
Mrs. Bloor just shook her head. With her right hand she began to peel the leather glove away from Gabriel's wrist. It took a long time, and after a while, in a light trembling voice, Mrs. Bloor began to tell them her story
Dorothy de Vere had been a very talented violinist. Soon after she inherited a large fortune from her aunt, Dr. Harold Bloor had courted her. They were married within a year and Dorothy gave him half her fortune. And then her troubles began. Her son, Manfred, hated all forms of music. He screamed when she picked up her violin. She only dared play in a room where no one could hear her. Old Ezekiel Bloor demanded that she hand over the rest of her fortune. She refused. On her father's advice she had put it in a secret bank account in Switzerland . Nothing would make her hand it over. She was deeply unhappy in the gloomy academy and planned to leave it.
"They did terrible things to people," she murmured, "and I couldn't stand it. One day one wild, stormy day . . ." Her voice grew so faint they couldn't hear it, and then she stopped altogether, and it was Cook who told them what had happened. There was a violent thunderstorm and hoping the noise would cover the sound of her departure, Dorothy had packed her bag.
"She had been about to leave her room, when Manfred looked in. “You can't go,' he had snarled. 'We won't let you. Not until you've signed over the money.'
"Once again, Dorothy had refused. Manfred said he'd lock her in her room. Dorothy put her hand on the doorframe to stop him, and he slammed the door — crack — on her fingers."
Mrs. Bloor's head drooped. She shuddered. "Tell them, tell them," she murmured. "Tell Charlie Bone."
"She fainted, poor thing," Cook went on. "When she came to, she was on her bed. Old Ezekiel was sitting beside her. He'd soaked her injured fingers in one of his vile potions. He told her she'd never play her violin again. Never leave here. As far as they were concerned, she didn't exist, so she might as well give them the money."
"But I didn't," whispered Dorothy "I never will." She had peeled the glove back, so that Gabriel's fingers could now be seen. With a light tug, she pulled it right off.
"Phew!" said Gabriel, shaking his hand. "It feels OK. It really does. Thanks!"
"I'm glad, so glad," murmured Mrs. Bloor.
Charlie was relieved but anxious to get back to the dormitory before Billy "I think we'd better go now;" he said. "But, Cook, where's — you know who?"
"Fast asleep," said Cook.
Charlie looked around the room. There was no sign of a bed.
Cook laughed. "I have other rooms," she said, "and I’ve got a very nice bathroom and toilet, but I'm not showing you around tonight. Off you go, both of you."
"But I'll be going home tomorrow;" said Charlie. “How am I going to get Henry out?"
"I'm afraid there won't be a chance," said Cook. “And perhaps it's better that those Yewbeam sisters don't see him. We'll have to have a good long think about Henry's future."
She seemed to know a lot about Charlie's family
Charlie and Gabriel said good night to the two women and, before they left, Gabriel did something rather surprising. He seized Mrs. Bloor's injured hand and kissed it. Mrs. Bloor smiled for the first time that night. It changed her face completely
Charlie turned away in embarrassment. Gabriel really was a most peculiar person. "By the way" he said to Cook, "the flashlight you gave me — it's magic or something, isn't it? It showed me things I've never seen before."
"That was you, Charlie, as well as the flashlight. And there'll be more."
As the boys made their way back to the dormitory, Gabriel asked, "Who is this mysterious Henry?"
In a deep whisper, Charlie told the amazed Gabriel about Henry and the Time Twister. He knew he could trust him.
They reached the dormitory without any mishaps and, luckily just a few minutes before Billy Raven came back from his midnight ramble.
In the morning Gabriel handed Charlie a slip of paper. "It's my address," he said. "Don't forget we're going to the Thunder House to see Tancred."
Charlie showed the paper to Fidelio. " D'you want to come?" he asked.
" Hail Road , The Heights," said Fidelio, reading the address. "How are we going to get there?"
"I'll think of something," said Charlie.
He spent the rest of the day trying to get a message to his cousin before the weekend. Twice Manfred found him hovering outside the cafeterias. The second time he threatened Charlie with detention, and though Charlie was tempted to chance it, he knew Tancred's problem was more urgent. The stormy boy's absence was having a strange effect, especially in the King's room. In the King's room the empty seat next to Lysander was like a cold, airless hole. It stole their energy and made some of the endowed children shiver. They lost their appetites and couldn't think straight. This happened to Charlie, Lysander, and Gabriel. Even Emma complained that she felt ill.
Manfred, Asa , and Zelda, and even Billy Raven sailed through their homework and bounced their way to meals and lessons with energy and enthusiasm.
Something had to be done.
At the end of the day as everyone trooped out through the main doors, Charlie caught sight of Olivia and Bindi on the stairs. He gave them a guilty wave, but Olivia was looking very excited. He hoped she wouldn't do anything too dangerous.
The blue bus dropped Charlie off at the top of Filbert Street and, as he made his way to number nine, Benjamin and Runner Bean came rushing up to greet him.
"It's been such a boring week," sighed Benjamin "What did you
do?"
As they walked home together, Charlie told Benjamin everything that had happened.
"You lead a very interesting life, Charlie," Benjamin commented, "but I think I'd rather be me."
"I don't have a choice," said Charlie. "I've just got to do the best I can to survive it all."
The front door opened before he'd had time to ring the bell, and Maisie pulled him inside with a violent tug. "Tea's ready" she said, dragging him toward the kitchen, "all your favorites. Yours, too, Benjamin. Come along. And I've got a nice bone for Runner Bean."
The boys had just sat down to enjoy Maisie's wonderful spread when Grandma Bone walked in. You could tell right away that she was going to spoil Charlie's appetite.
"What's this?" she said, slamming the photo of Henry beside Charlie's plate.
“An old photo," said Charlie. Grandma Bone had evidently been snooping in Uncle Paton's room.
“And what happened to it?" she demanded.
"It fell off the wall when you slammed the door."
That was the wrong thing to have said to his grandmother.
"I slammed the door? Me? You broke the glass, Charlie Bone, and you didn't confess."
"He brought it straight in here," said Maisie hotly. “And it wasn't his fault."
"It was my frame, my glass," said Grandma Bone. "I should have been told. But let that pass. It's this boy I'm interested in." She planted a bony finger on Henry's face. "You've seen him, haven't you?"
"Of course I haven't," said Charlie. "That photo's ancient. He must be a hundred years old."
Benjamin was digging into a plate of ham sandwiches. He kept his head well down, not daring to look at Charlie.
"I have it on good authority that Henry Yewbeam is about again," Grandma Bone said in a chilly voice, "and that you have seen him."
So the dog has told Billy, thought Charlie. And Billy has passed on the news, to Grandma's sister, Matron Yewbeam , or to Manfred.
