were considering it.â
This made them all quiet again. Jess had a feeling that Frank had managed to pull them away from the edge of a steeplingâor was it yawning?âabyss. She gave him a grateful look, but Frank just looked worried.
âSo what do we do?â Vernon said at last.
âJennyâs heirloom! â said Jess.
âWhat about it?â said Frank.
Jess knelt up and tried to explain. âShe said Jenny will limp until she finds it. Then she got mad with me and Vernon, and added Silas to it. So neither of them will get better till itâs found. Which means weâd better find it.â
âBut she meant never,â Frank objected.
âI know. She thought ânever.â But we mustnât let it be never. We must do her down by finding it. I vote we go and ask Jenny more about it.â
Vernon got up at once, saying, âLetâs go now.â Martin, however, muttered, âOh, no !â and stayed where he was.
âItâs all right,â said Frank. âHonestly. They agreed to stop, provided we did something to Biddy. And this is something.â
âBut theyâre such little creeps,â said Martin, with his face bunched up.
âMartin,â said Vernon, âyou come along and donât be so silly. No one told me not to hit girls.â
Martin, to Frankâs relief, got up grudgingly and set off with them across the field to the Adamsâs great bare house. They were beside the cheese-colored wall, when Jess suddenly clapped her hand to her mouth and said, âOh, good heavens!â
âWhat?â said Frank.
âItâs all right. I got your handkerchief,â said Vernon.
âNo!â said Jess. âOh, dear ! Iâve just remembered who that odd man is who rescued us from Buster. Heâs their fatherâMr. Adams!â
âChristmas!â said Martin. Vernon stared at Jess with his eyes getting bigger and bigger.
âReally,â said Jess.
âI get you,â said Vernon. âSome tie-up, isnât there? Shall we not ask?â
âI think weâd better,â said Frank. âIt seems the only way to cure Silas.â
Very subdued, they went in a group over to the peeling door, and Frank knocked. After the same amount of hollow thumping about inside as before, the door was opened by the same tall, vague lady, who might have had the same cigarette in her mouth for all Jess could tell. At any rate, it looked the same, and wagged in the same way when the lady spoke.
âWanting Frankie again?â she said. âI think theyâre in. More of you this time, arenât there? Seems a wider palette,â said the Aunt, looking from Vernonâs black face and blood-spotted sweater to Martinâs red hair. âQuite decorative,â she said, leaving the door open as before and walking away inside. âRed, black, and two fair ones,â they heard her say from down the passage. âAnd bloodstains to tie it all in.â
Vernon and Martin hesitated. âShe means go in,â Frank whispered. He saw what the Aunt meant about bloodstains. Vernon had bled on Jessâs coat, and there was more blood on Frankâs leg, which he rather thought was his own, not Vernonâs, but he did not at all mind if it were someone elseâs. He hoped it was Staffordâs.
Jess led them inside, after the Aunt. Now that it seemed that Mr. Adams might be a friend of Biddyâs, the damp smell struck her as very sinister indeed. She wondered if the Aunt was sinister, too, and when they found her waiting outside the playroom door, Jess was fairly sure that she was. The cigarette wagged as the Aunt looked them over again.
âYou know,â she said, âyou four make a very pretty composition indeed. Dâ you think your parents would object if I tried to get you on canvas?â
âOh, very much,â said Jess at once. âTheyâd hate
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