The Little House on Everywhere Street by F.M.A. Dixon

Author:F.M.A. Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Regal House Publishing
Published: 2021-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16.

Mr Redmayne hadn’t liked the look of those same flickering lights that the two girls had witnessed a few moments earlier. Not one bit. And particularly not when there was company in the house. The last thing they needed was some kind of time-slip. Not now. Not ever. But not now, especially. Probably it was nothing. He wouldn’t have been quite so worried if he hadn’t witnessed the strange flickering disappearance of the house when he had been outside a few weeks earlier. As it was, he had felt duty bound to investigate. To put his mind to rest, if nothing else. And so he had slipped out of the drawing room and started in the direction of the Library.

Hardly had he set foot beyond the door, however, before the astonishingly red-haired / round-headed Sparkly boy had come hurtling along the corridor, at full pelt, practically knocking into him. And no sooner had Mr Redmayne dodged one wild running boy (quite artfully, at that, he thought) when along came Emile, similarly jet-heeled. Another quick-footed sidestep. Boys! Well, he had been young himself once. But there was a right time and a place for everything. And this wasn’t it. Not today. Not right now. And besides, Emile hadn’t given him so much as a backward glance. Not like him. Mr Redmayne had watched his son disappear into the deepest recesses of the house. Or maybe it was like him, he had thought, suddenly uncertain.

When all this was over, this darned Open House, he would spend more time with Emile, give him more attention. That was a promise. One he should try his very best to keep.

But, right now, the house required his attention. Sadly. Always the house. Occasionally Mr Redmayne had used to wonder to himself whether it was all worth it, all the fuss and bother that came with the house. But, of course, when he thought it through, inevitably it was. Worth it. Of course. No getting around that. He went on along the corridor past the Music Room, towards the Library.

And then he stopped.

Something was wrong. What was it? He could feel it somehow, something not being quite as it should—a most strange sensation. But what?

The clock, the grandfather clock, that was it—it had just been chiming out the hour. On some level he was always aware of that. Time.

But right then, hadn’t it stopped too soon?

Had it? Surely, yes? Or was he just imagining it?

Mr Redmayne approached the clock quickly. Oh, no. 1:00 p.m.

But that meant—Great Galileo’s Ghost!

At once Mr Redmayne started towards the rear of the house. Checking on everything in the Library would need to wait. Something must have indeed gone very wrong in there but this was an emergency.

Most uncharacteristically he dashed past the various rooms—the Music Room, the Game Room, the Dining Room, The Great Dining Room, the Drawing Room, the Great Drawing Room, the several sculleries and parlours (Great, Middle, Pre-penultimate, Etc.), all at full speed. Sometimes having such a very large house wasn’t of the utmost convenience.

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