by Lauren Child
– did anyone know what they were?
Ruby took The Fountain pencil from her bag.
WHERE DID THIS PENCIL COME FROM?
HOW HAD IT ENDED UP UNDER LOPEZ’S DESK?
MIGHT LOPEZ HERSELF HAVE OBTAINED IT SOMEHOW?
Now that was an interesting thought. What if Lopez had gotten tired of sitting on her little old behind and decided it was time to get a piece of the action? What if she had worked out where the Fountain was and had followed whoever it was to the meet?
It wasn’t at all likely, but it was possible.
Chapter 21.
The blink of an eye
TODAY RUBY WAS DEFINITELY ON EDGE. She got up a half hour early and, using one of her mother’s powder compacts for a mirror, taped it to her bike’s handlebars – this way she could see behind her without turning around.
So, maybe she was being paranoid but better that than… well, never mind.
Amster was busy as ever, people jogging, people walking their dogs, walking to work, people sitting on benches reading the paper, nothing sinister but just to be sure, she would take a new route. This time, when she got to the left turn she sailed on past it. She was taking the long way round, the route which took you over the wooden cycle bridge.
Every couple of minutes she glanced in the mirror, there was quite a bit of traffic and Ruby was managing to keep ahead of most of it by cycling on the sidewalk. Each time she thought a car was on her tail, it would peel off in another direction and she would feel a wave of relief. However, there was one vehicle, a taxi, which seemed to have been behind her for a long time. There were a whole lot of yellow cabs on the road, each displaying its own individual number:
etc.
Ruby had a particular gift for remembering numbers even when they were displayed backwards in a tiny mirror, and this one was sticking to her like gum:
Ruby cut across one of the parks to see if she could lose it but when she rejoined the road a few blocks up, there it was – just as if it could read her mind. She cycled three blocks down a tiny pedestrian alleyway but sure enough, when she reached the end, there was the cab. This was someone who could second-guess her every move.
Ruby was beginning to sweat.
She was tired and her mouth was dry. The cab neither slowed down nor sped up, it just kept following. Her finger hovered over the little orange bicycle bell but she couldn’t press it – if she did he would swoop in and all this would be over. At last she reached the cycle bridge, not wide enough for cars – the nearest vehicle bridge was a quarter mile away so it was the end of the road as far as this guy was concerned. So she was surprised when she heard the car’s engine cut out and alarmed when she heard the clunk of the door opening and closing. But no one appeared on the bridge.
What are they up to? She heard the sound of movement in the marsh reeds below. Ruby froze; for seven minutes she stood completely still, not even blinking. YOU CAN MISS A LOT IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE {RULE 52}.
Then suddenly she saw it, something definitely glinted in the long grass, just for a spilt second. What was it? Something glass – a camera, binoculars… glasses?
Suddenly, something or someone was moving through the marsh reeds at great speed. Curiosity over took fear and Ruby found herself climbing over the railings, straining to see where whatever it was had gone – holding on with one hand, she leant her body out as far as she could. She wanted to see under the walkway, then just like that, she heard the clunk of the cab door closing and the rumble of the engine as it drove away.
‘Who are you?’ shouted Ruby, and that’s when she lost her footing, slipping on the iron support, her hand let go of the rail and she felt herself falling to the soggy ground below. She landed heavily but not awkwardly and nothing seemed to be broken. Whoever had been there was gone but they had left behind footprints, two smallish footprints; she crouched down to get a better look. The soles had a crisscross pattern like a lot of sneakers, but what was interesting was that in the left shoe there were two round indents – the size of thumbtacks.
Now who can I think of who might have stepped on a couple of thumbtacks recently?
She turned her bike in the direction of Ambassador Row.
Ruby was buzzed through the high black curly-metal gates and there sitting on the steps was Clancy. His top lip was all puffy and he had his dog with him – they seemed to be sharing a soda.
‘I’m not sure soda’s good for dogs, Clance,’ said Ruby
‘Oh, I just wondered if Dolly could drink through a straw.’
‘And?’ said Ruby.
‘No, she just starts eating it,’ replied Clancy.
‘Oh too bad, you won’t be able to get her on My Pet Genius after all.’
My Pet Genius was a programme that Ruby and Clancy were crazy about. It featured birds that could operate remote controls, dogs that seemed to be able to read, and cats that could make their own supper – it was highly entertaining.
Clancy smiled. ‘No, I guess not, Dolly is not exactly top of the class.’
‘By the look of you I’d say you had to take a seat in the old dentist’s chair – either that or your dentist punched you in the kisser.’
‘Does it show?’ said Clancy, pointing to his puffy lip.
‘Uhhh – did you look like a duck before? I can’t remember,’ said Ruby ruffling his hair.
‘Thanks Rube, that’s really reassuring – how would you like to go to the dentist at 7am?’
‘That sucks,’ agreed Ruby. She looked down at Clancy’s feet; his shoes were not quite clean, there was still the residue of dry mud around the sides, and in the sole of the left shoe were two brass pin-tacks.
‘So you been following me Clance?’
‘How did you know?’ he asked.
Ruby nodded her head at his shoes. ‘You left tracks,’ she said. ‘Or should I say tacks?’
‘Oh.’
Neither of them said anything for a couple of minutes until Clancy took a deep breath. ‘So you going to tell me what you’ve been up to Rube?’
‘It’s kinda a long story,’ said Ruby, ‘very involved.’
‘I got time, got the whole day off as a matter of fact – on account of my puffy lip.’
Ruby looked up. ‘So you know where I’ve been going?’
‘Not exactly – you cycle fast, I’ve only tailed you up as far as the west side of East Twinford.’
‘Well that’s a relief I guess.’
‘So how about it Rube, you might as well tell me – remember that time a couple of years ago when you knew what my mom and dad had gotten me for Christmas and you didn’t wanna tell me but I just wore you down until you did?’
Ruby sighed. She remembered it well. ‘OK Clance, I’ll tell you but you to have to swear you won’t under any circumstance breathe a word – not even in your sleep.’
‘I know, girl scouts honour and all that.’
‘Not even under torture,’ Ruby insisted. ‘Not even under torture in your sleep.’
‘I’ll gag myself, how about that?’ smiled Clancy.
Ruby wasn’t smiling. ‘This isn’t some little secret Clancy – this is big.’
‘You know me Ruby. I never blab – never,’ said Clancy earnestly.
It was true, Clancy never blabbed – you could dangle him over a crocodile pit and he wouldn’t say a thing.
Ruby looked at her friend. It was her sideways look, a look she gave when she was measuring up a situation. Clancy Crew knew that look well and held her gaze.
‘OK,’ she said, ‘this is the story.’
It took a lot of explaining and Clancy spent a lot of time saying, ‘you have to be kidding’ and ‘this is unbelievable – a real spy agency underneath Twinford City?’
‘It’s all true,’ she said. ‘Every word.’
‘So what are we going to do now?’
‘What I am going to do is to get myself over to Maverick Street before the Silent G gets on my tail.’ She picked up her bike. ‘I need to keep thinking but I’ll be
in touch Clance, I promise – just keep it zipped, OK?’
Chapter 22.
Don’t breathe a word
CLANCY WAS SURPRISED TO SEE RUBY standing on the kerb by the side of his house; it was Wednesday morning, pretty early and she didn’t usually cycle to school with him.
‘Hey, what are you doing here?’
‘Thought you might be interested in taking a little trip with me,’ said Ruby.
‘Sure I would, but I’ve got school – remember school? It’s that big building where all the kids hang out.’
‘Don’t stress it – I made a call. You’re off sick – that tooth of yours is a real pain in the cheek. Which, by the way, still looks puffy.’
‘You called the school and told them I was sick?’ Clancy was flapping his arms.
‘Well, your mom sorta called. I do a pretty good impersonation of her – Mrs Bexenheath certainly thought it was good.’
It took about seven minutes but Ruby managed to convince Clancy that no one would suspect a thing if he skipped school – just this once.
‘So where are we going?’ he asked nervously.
‘Just taking a little trip to Tony’s hair salon, see if we can’t find out a little bit of information.’
‘But aren’t you gonna be missed – at Spectrum I mean?’
‘I took care of that,’ said Ruby. ‘I phoned Blacker and told him I needed to figure some things out – I explained I do it better in my own space.’
They pulled up at Tony’s – the fancy hair salon just off Twinford Square.
‘So what are we doing here?’ asked Clancy.
‘Getting information. Just follow me, don’t speak – just, you know, keep it zipped’
‘Sir, yes sir,’ muttered Clancy.
‘Hey Ruby!’ said Marcia, ‘what are you doing in here? You retired from school or what?’ Marcia did Sabina’s hair and Ruby had been coming here since she could remember.
‘They’ve run out of things to teach me so they let me off for the day.’
Marcia winked. ‘Oh I get it – don’t worry honey, I’m no snitch.’ She looked at Clancy. ‘What happened to you, kid? Get in a fight with a dentist?’
Clancy rolled his eyes.
‘So,’ said Marcia, ‘what can I do for you?’
‘I was wondering if you knew a person called Carla Lopez?’
‘I know her, course I do – she’s a regular, why you asking?’
‘The last time she was in, did you notice anything odd?’
‘Odd? Like how?’
‘Was she out of sorts, distracted?’ suggested Ruby.
‘Well she did walk out of the salon with a couple of heated rollers in her hair so I guess you might say she was distracted, but it’s Sandy you might wanna talk to – she did Carla’s manicure.’ She pointed over to a tall young woman who was busy filing the nails of a dumpy lady with slightly blue hair. ‘Hey Sandy, the kid wants to talk to you!’
Ruby walked over to the nail bar and sat down on the stool next to Sandy. Sandy kept on filing.
‘I was wondering, do you happen to remember doing the nails of a friend of mine a few weeks ago – Carla Lopez, long black hair, pretty, mid thirties?’
‘Yeah, I do!’ replied Sandy, filing more furiously. ‘She owes me a tip.’
The lady with blue hair coughed – it wasn’t a real cough, more of a “do you mind?” sort of cough.
Ruby ignored her.
‘What, she left without paying?’
‘I do her nails, get them all filed and regular and then I start applying the red polish and there I am telling her about my cousin’s fancy wedding at some fancy hotel and she suddenly jumps out of her seat and asks to see a phone directory. I say, “But lady, I haven’t finished painting your nails.” I wasn’t even done with the left hand but she doesn’t seem to care – she goes over to the phone booth, flicks through the phone book and then runs out the door – I thought, that’s one serious nut we got there.’
‘Thanks, you have been super helpful, Sandy,’ said Ruby, who was already moving towards the phone booth.
‘When you see her, tell her she still owes me that tip,’ called Sandy.
Ruby flipped open the directory that was attached to the wall by a string, and hurriedly turned the pages.
‘What are you looking for?’ said Clancy
‘Something beginning with F,’ she replied.
Ruby scanned down: Fountain Farm, Fountain Fresh Eggs, Fountain Garages, Fountain Gardens, Fountain Hotel.
BINGO!
And as if to confirm that she was exactly on the right track there was a little smudge of red nail polish next to the name.
Ruby took her yellow notebook from her bag and scrawled the address and phone number on the inside cover.
‘Could you let me in on whatever it is you are doing?’ said Clancy.
‘We gotta go somewhere – it’s out of town.’
‘Where out of town?’ said Clancy
‘Everly,’ replied Ruby.
‘Everly? But that’s miles away – how are we gonna get there?’
‘Don’t suppose that chauffeur of yours is free?’
‘Oh no, Rube, you better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking.’
Two minutes later Clancy found himself listening to Ruby doing a pretty good impersonation of his dad’s secretary.
‘Hello, Bill? Yes, I need you to drive Mr Crew’s son Clancy out to Everly… yes, Everly… it doesn’t matter why, he has to pick something up for his father… it’s a surprise so don’t mention anything about this. That clear? Good. All right, pick him up from Twinford Square right away. Thanks so much, oh and Bill, I mean it, no blabbing.’
Ruby replaced the receiver and smiled at Clancy.
‘If my dad finds out, I am going to be dead meat Rube, I mean it, dead as a dingo.’
‘Dodo,’ replied Ruby.
‘Now you’re calling me a dodo?’
‘No, it’s dead as a dodo, not dead as a dingo.’
Clancy sighed. ‘Well, whatever I am as dead as, it doesn’t change the fact that I will be dead, so who cares if it’s a dog or a bird!’
Seven minutes later the large black limousine cruised by and they got in.
‘This beats the bus,’ said Ruby, nudging Clancy with her elbow. Clancy rolled his eyes. ‘I may well throw up.’
‘I don’t think your dad would like that,’ said Ruby.
‘Could you at least quit clicking– it’s getting on my nerves and my nerves are a little frayed right now,’ said Clancy in an exaggerated whisper.
Ruby hadn’t really been aware that she was clicking, she had been too busy thinking.
‘What is it anyway? That thing you are clicking?’
She pulled LB’s keyring out of her pocket. ‘Just some old keyring I found.’
‘Looks kinda dumb,’ said Clancy. ‘Cool in a way but sorta dorky – where’d ya get it?’
‘Just sorta picked it up,’ said Ruby, stuffing it back into her pocket.
Chapter 23.
Funny peculiar
FORTY MINUTES LATER THE CAR PULLED UP in front of the Fountain Hotel, an attractive old building with a courtyard and a fountain which was struggling to bubble water out of a stone trumpet held by a rather fat looking stone baby.
‘Now what?’ said Clancy.
‘Follow me and remember no talking, no—’
‘Yeah, yeah – keep it zipped,’ grumbled Clancy.
Bill took out his newspaper and started to read the sports pages.
Clancy and Ruby walked across the courtyard and in through the main door. A young couple was at the desk, checking in. They were taking a long time about it and Ruby was beginning to lose her nerve.
‘Yes? Can I help you?’ The concierge was looking at them sternly.
‘Uh, yes, I wanted to know about a person who may or may not have visited your establishment a few weeks ago – a lady, medium height, long black hair, pretty?’
The man behind
the desk adopted a very tired look. ‘If this is some kind of childish time-wasting prank then I am not amused.’
‘No, it isn’t,’ said Ruby, giving the man her Ruby Redfort look of sincerity. ‘I just really need to know if you saw this lady, she’s my aunt you see and she mentioned that she was lucky enough to visit a beautiful hotel in Everly and we want to surprise her by booking her a room… as a, a surprise! And we think it must be this one because it is of course, you know, completely divine.’
The concierge was perking up. ‘Oh I see, well I’m sure it must have been the Fountain – when did you say she was in town?’
‘March 25th around 6pm,’ replied Ruby.
‘I was away that week – let me call Felix.’
A skinny young man came out from the back room and the concierge explained what Ruby needed to know.
‘I’m not sure,’ pondered Felix. ‘She sounds like a lot of our customers. We did have one lady I do remember – I thought it was odd ’cause she had this fancy salon type hairdo but she still had a couple of rollers in. Oh yeah! And she only had nail polish on her left hand.’
‘That’s her!’ said Ruby.
‘Yeah, she was behaving really weird, kinda ducking behind the furniture and holding her menu in front of her face – weird! Extremely weird!’ he said again just for emphasis.
‘What – like she was spying on someone?’ asked Ruby.
‘Yeah, like she thought she was in some kinda secret agent movie or something. She wasn’t the only fruit cake in that day either – there was an old fashioned lady sitting in the dining room with a big hat and a veil. She was the one the other fruit loop… I mean, your aunt… was spying on. All this old gal did was write something down on a pad, tear it off and leave, didn’t even drink her iced tea and when she was gone, your aunt went over and took the pad – and there was nothing written on it! I tell you we get them all in here’
The concierge coughed but Felix had more to say on the subject of fruit loops. ‘Well, I guess your aunt wasn’t too good at the whole spying game because this other fellow comes by as if to sit down at the table; he looks pretty mad about her taking the notepad.’
