Chapter Eighteen: The Answer Was Right Under Our Nose
The answer came two days later clearly etched on Seth’s pale face. “Mr. Greene’s dead.” “Did you say murdered?” I asked, thinking that after solving the great ghost caper sort of, a second high-profile case would be good publicity for agency. “No I said dead,” he insisted. “Ohhh . . .” “Twist wants us to meet him at Moons Field Manor. Come on!” he said rocketing across my yard on his faded blue bike. I grabbed my bike and cruised past him. We rode like the wind across town, beneath tufts of clouds and a sun that caressed our cheeks. Then skidded to a halt in the shade of a crooked tree. By the time we reached the house it was noon and the weather had completely changed. Distant thunder and heat lightning flashed across the sky. “Was it support to rain today?” I said, hooking a finger …show more content…
“We just didn’t see it, because it was covered by an oriental rug and a bunch of dust. He pulled a cord. The door swung up. I could taste the tang of mildew and the iron embedded in the soil. I took a deep breath and climbed down a rickety wooden ladder into a tunnel. “Where does this go?” Seth asked Twist. Twist adjusted his glasses then switched on a flashlight. “I not sure.” The stone tunnel was filled with ancient Shamshir Swords covered in cobwebs. Complex knots of pulleys and ropes, and old leather steamer trunks. Seth grabbed my arm. “Wait.” I froze, midway through a stride. My foot still in the air. “Why? What's wrong?” His dark eyes darted to the end the dank tunnel. “Just a feeling that’s all. Be careful Madi.” “Okay.” We continued to creep down the shaft. Twist’s dress shoes click-clacked across the wooden-planked floor towards a weak light which seeped between slits in the ceiling. Looking up, I realized it was another trap door. My hands shook as I pulled cord. The door opened, and a wooden ladder clattered into
The answer came two days later clearly etched on Seth’s pale face. “Mr. Greene’s dead.” “Did you say murdered?” I asked, thinking that after solving the great ghost caper sort of, a second high-profile case would be good publicity for agency. “No I said dead,” he insisted. “Ohhh . . .” “Twist wants us to meet him at Moons Field Manor. Come on!” he said rocketing across my yard on his faded blue bike. I grabbed my bike and cruised past him. We rode like the wind across town, beneath tufts of clouds and a sun that caressed our cheeks. Then skidded to a halt in the shade of a crooked tree. By the time we reached the house it was noon and the weather had completely changed. Distant thunder and heat lightning flashed across the sky. “Was it support to rain today?” I said, hooking a finger …show more content…
“We just didn’t see it, because it was covered by an oriental rug and a bunch of dust. He pulled a cord. The door swung up. I could taste the tang of mildew and the iron embedded in the soil. I took a deep breath and climbed down a rickety wooden ladder into a tunnel. “Where does this go?” Seth asked Twist. Twist adjusted his glasses then switched on a flashlight. “I not sure.” The stone tunnel was filled with ancient Shamshir Swords covered in cobwebs. Complex knots of pulleys and ropes, and old leather steamer trunks. Seth grabbed my arm. “Wait.” I froze, midway through a stride. My foot still in the air. “Why? What's wrong?” His dark eyes darted to the end the dank tunnel. “Just a feeling that’s all. Be careful Madi.” “Okay.” We continued to creep down the shaft. Twist’s dress shoes click-clacked across the wooden-planked floor towards a weak light which seeped between slits in the ceiling. Looking up, I realized it was another trap door. My hands shook as I pulled cord. The door opened, and a wooden ladder clattered into