Charmed Life by Jones Diana Wynne

Author:Jones, Diana Wynne [Jones, Diana Wynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Young Adult, Childrens, Adventure, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780007255290
Amazon: 0007255292
Goodreads: 1018243
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 1977-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

By the time Janet had laced both her boots, Cat was sure it was lunch-time. He hurried Janet back to the private door. They had nearly reached it, when a thick voice spoke among the rhododendrons.

“Young lady! Here a minute!”

Janet gave Cat an alarmed look and they both hurried for the door. It was not a pleasant voice. The rhododendrons clashed and rustled indignantly beside them. A fat old man in a dirty raincoat spilt out of them. Before they had recovered from the surprise of seeing him, he had scuttled round between them and the door, where he stood looking at them reproachfully out of drooping red eyes and breathing beer-scented breath over them.

“Hallo, Mr Baslam,” Cat said, for Janet’s benefit.

“Didn’t you hear me, young lady?” Mr Baslam demanded.

Cat could see Janet was frightened of him, but she answered as coolly as Gwendolen might have done. “Yes, but I thought it was the tree speaking.”

“The tree speaking!” said Mr Baslam. “After all the trouble I been to for you, you take me for a tree! Three whole pints of bitter I had to buy that butcher to have him bring me in that cart of his, and I’m fair jolted to bits!”

“What do you want?” Janet said nervously.

“It’s like this,” said Mr Baslam. He pulled aside his raincoat and searched slowly in the pockets of his loopy trousers.

“We have to go in for lunch,” said Cat.

“All in good time, young gentleman. Here we are,” said Mr Baslam. He held his pale grubby hand out towards Janet with two twinkling things in it. “These.”

“Those are my mother’s earrings!” Cat said, in surprise and for Janet’s benefit. “How did you get those?”

“Your sister gave them me to pay for a little matter of some dragon’s blood,” said Mr Baslam. “And I dare say it was in good faith, young lady, but they’re no good to me.”

“Why not?” asked Janet. “They look like – I mean they’re real diamonds.”

“True enough,” said Mr Baslam. “But you never told me they was charmed, did you? They got a fearsome strong spell on them to stop them getting lost, these have. Terrible noisy spell. They was all night in the stuffed rabbit shouting out ‘I belong to Caroline Chant’, and this morning I has to wrap them in a blanket before I dares take them to a man I know. And he wouldn’t touch them. He said he wasn’t going to risk anything shouting the name of Chant. So have them back, young lady. And you owe me fifty-five quid.”

Janet swallowed. So did Cat. “I’m very sorry,” Janet said. “I really had no idea. But – but I’m afraid I haven’t any source of income at all. Couldn’t you get the charm taken off?”

“And risk enquiries?” said Mr Baslam. “That charm’s deep in, I tell you.”

“Then why aren’t they shouting now?” said Cat.

“What do you think I am?” said Mr Baslam. “Could I sit in the joints of mutton shouting out I belonged to Miss Chant? No.

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