Scheming Sphynx by Molly Fitz

Author:Molly Fitz [Fitz, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Partridge & Pear Press

12

“Do you think anyone heard us?” a voice whispered from the hall. It was the same one I’d heard last night, but who’s was it?

“Probably not, but we should be careful just in case,” a second speaker chimed in.

“Then we’re ready for the next phase of the plan?” Was this a third speaker? It was hard to tell with how muffled the voices were coming through that door.

“Yes, I think so,” one of them said, and then nothing.

“Hello?” I called out when the whispering subsided, but the speakers must have already left.

“Could you tell who that was out there?” I asked Paisley before setting her gently on the floor.

“No, I didn’t recognize those voices at all,” she yipped in apparent irritation with herself for not knowing. Sometimes she took her duty as watchdog far too seriously, especially since no one was ever afraid of the five-pound shivering fur baby.

“Well, let’s go see what all that fuss was about.” I strode to the door and pulled on the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. What the heck?

This was an old house with many updates and additions made over the years. Because of one such update, the door to Nan’s bedroom swung outward while most of the others swung in. I twisted the knob and pushed at the door, but nothing happened.

Okay, this was bad.

Paisley caught on to our current predicament and began barking, “Hey, everyone. We’re stuck! Help!”

I traced the room back toward the vanity and picked up my phone, but it was dead again. Okay, I definitely needed to upgrade to a newer model. This thing was not holding its charge at all lately.

Without a working phone, we were well and truly stuck. But surely someone would notice the bride was missing, right? Someone had to be coming to rescue me and Paisley.

“I don’t get it,” I told her after uselessly attempting the door again. “The knob won’t turn at all. It’s like we’re…”

A horrible realization hit me square in the gut. “Like we’re locked in.”

Nan had fished out the old skeleton key to her room and locked up last night after the disaster with the dress. “We can’t let the same thing happen to your gorgeous veil,” she’d reasoned, and I appreciated her so much for it.

She must have left the key in the doorknob, but who would have locked me in? And why the crash?

“Mags?” I called out hopefully. Perhaps she was still in her room working on the surprise she had for me. “Mags!” I shouted louder.

Well, if she was there, she definitely couldn’t hear me. She probably had music on her headphones as she liked to do when she worked.

“Christine?” I tried. “Christine!”

This time I received an answer, though it wasn’t from the person I was calling.

“What are you shouting about in there?”

“Octo-Cat!” I cried with relief. “Someone locked us in. Can you get help?”

“Just how is he supposed to do that, dear sweet child?” Grizabella interjected. “The only other person who understands us is currently unavailable. We just saw her drive away with the other old woman.

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