“I’ll bite. How?”
The antidote is a crushed form of the stone hurled at you at Mr. Dotes‘ -
“That causes fires!”
64
Harvester provided his cat’s-paws with a flaked form of the stone, which resisted powdering. He acquired it from the A-Laf cult, at an extreme price. The cult obtained a hoard of the stones when it took over the temple of A-Lat. Numerous stones went astray before being inventoried. A-Laf’s sextons were not as devout as their superiors desired.
Bittegurn Brittigarn wasn’t wrong when he connected the stones with rocs. The Dead Man said they originated in rocs’ gizzards. The phoenix legend came about because roc chicks, like kids, will swallow anything. Which sometimes makes the stones ignite. That chick goes up in flame while its nest mates bail out, possibly giving a distant observer the impression that he’s watching a rebirth.
The stones were priceless because they could start fires. Anywhere, anytime, in most any material, from a distance, if you knew how to trigger them. Using sorcery. Or a mental nudge after the manner of the Dead Man.
Chodo discovered that he could spark residual fire-stone flakes on the hands and clothing of Harvester Temisk’s alkies. Not being suicidally mad, he eliminated them only after they left him.
Harvester Temisk’s crime was that he kept hiring disposable people after Chodo began killing them.
“He tried to burn Whitefield Hall down with everybody inside?”
He did. Doctoring the oil in the lamps. Mrs. Claxton was targeted specifically. She received a pin because she had seen Mr. Temisk at work. It ignited much earlier than Temisk planned. Mr. Contague was in a rage. It was chance that the doctored lamps were out of his range by then.
“So the mystery of the human combustions is solved.”
More or less. There have been incidents that cannot be traced back to Mr. Contague and Mr. Temisk. But we are not interested in those.
“I’ve got a lot of questions, Smiley. Who slung a rock at me? Why? How come it took so long for Morley’s door to catch fire? What about Rory Sculdyte? And Belinda? These damned cats and Penny Dreadful? And what do we do about Temisk and Chodo?”
I owed Chodo. I had to discharge that debt. Which clunked me right into a bubbling pot of moral quandary.
The Dead Man knocked the Ymberian deacon out so he could free up enough brainpower to show me the nightmare inhabiting Chodo’s head. A nightmare as bad as that of a claustrophobe trapped in a coffin and unable, ever, to die. It was just a glimpse. Just a little teasy peek, secondhand, of a seething black hell haunted by genius. Supreme ugliness under only the most primitive, selfish control.
The madman was imprisoned in an herbal cage. Though the cage had created the madman, the madman now belonged there.
The kittens seemed fond of him, though.
“What do I do, Old Bones? We can’t turn that loose.”
Worry about something else. Concentrate on Mr. Temisk, whose own madness is gaining momentum. His conscience is withering. He is no longer troubled about what he might be unleashing. Though he is not blind to the possibility that he might be its immediate victim.
“He’s like me, then. Obligated to good old Chodo. Wanting to believe that this is the same old Chodo. He just can’t walk or talk.”
Worry about something else.
So I watched Tinnie feed the Ymberians. Beauty and the beasts.
Singe leaned through the doorway. “Do we have a plan for dealing with the people out front?”
“Who is it?” Pounding had occurred, off and on, for hours. The Dead Man seemed uninterested. I’d taken my cue from him.
“That List person.”
“He’s still alive?”
“He must be lucky.”
“Is the door holding up?”
“Mr. Mulclar’s pride is in no danger.”
“Any idea what he wants?”
“Maybe somebody saw us bring those two in and recognized them.”
I didn’t think so. We would’ve drawn somebody more important than Captain Ramey List. “Hey! Smiley! We done with Big Bruno yet? How about I fling his ass out like I did Merry and his crew?”
The Dead Man did not respond. For one panicky instant I thought he’d fallen asleep. But he was just too busy to be bothered.
The racket up front stopped. Ramey List went away again.
I decided to indulge in another nap. I dragged my disease-ravaged carcass upstairs and dumped it into bed.
65
Tinnie was there when I woke up, but she wasn’t feeling playful. I avoided irritating questions till after breakfast. Then I asked about the weather.
“Am I supposed to know? You were there. Did I suddenly pop outside?”
I sighed.
Singe cursed. Dean cursed. A drunken Melondie Kadare cursed like a platoon of Marine storm troopers. Incoherently. She’d been in the kitchen sucking it down when we’d brought Chodo and Harvester in. We needed to put her in a cage. Those cats couldn’t ignore their own nature forever.
“So the weather hasn’t gotten any better.”
Tinnie growled and grumbled like it was all my fault she couldn’t go home and get to work.
Being a rational, reasonable man, I noted, “If you can’t get to work, neither can anybody else. So there wouldn’t be any reason for you to try.”
“You are so full of crap…” And so forth.
The patient sort, I waited for the black tea to kick in.
Garrett.
I jumped and ran. Pure horror reeked off the Dead Man’s summons.
“What the hell?”
Do not speak. Not one more word.
I’m a quick study. I sealed my yap. It had to be hugely important.
We are on the brink of a holocaust.
I’m so good I just stood there and said a whole lot of nothing.
Being careful not to let Mr. Contague or Mr. Temisk see you, pocket those firestones and get them out of the house. I believe you can fathom why. Several seconds later, he added, We should have recognized that danger earlier. I should have seen it.
Somebody should have. It was right there in front of us. The end of us all. Maybe the gods do love fools, drunks, and their favorite toy. Or they’ve got something uglier planned for later.
This once I was in such a hurry I forgot to look out the peephole first. I opened up and got smacked between the eyes with the wonder of snow gone wild. I told Singe, “I was six last time I saw it like this.”
There was a fresh foot on top of the old mess. More pounded down in hunks so big each flake should’ve made the earth shake. I couldn’t see the other side of the street. Meaning a watcher over there couldn’t see me slide out.
I trudged over to Playmate’s place. That took an hour. I wasn’t in good shape when I got there. It was going to be a long time before I got my old vigor back. And I didn’t like this feeble new me, even temporarily.
I needed to get into a conditioning routine. Right after… whatever I thought up as needed doing first.
I’d give procrastination a bad name-if I ever got around to it.
Playmate asked, “So what’s this I hear about you trying to die on us?”
“It wasn’t quite that bad.” I gave him the full story.
“Your luck amazes me. The Dead Man was awake and Tinnie put aside her grudges.”
There was no arguing that. I explained our current best theories. And added, “I need to know what to do with these firestones.”
“You brought them with you?” That made him nervous.
“They don’t blow up. They need a psychic nudge to set them off.”