The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp...
It was then Charles noticed the body of Edward lying just a few feet away from him. The man seemed motionless and there was no sound of breathing. Toby stepped forward once more from the gloom of the shadows. ‘I thought you would never wake.’ he said quietly.
‘Is he dead?’ demanded Charles.
‘No…Simply sleeping a deep sleep.’ replied the boy in a slow tone. ‘How are you?’
‘I’m ok I guess.’ Rubbing the side of his head and touching some rather painful bumps. ‘I didn’t change then?’ he inquired.
‘Nope! Still the same.’ Toby’s words were short and almost with some amusement.
‘Then, I suppose it’s not my time yet! Anyway, what are we going to do with him? We can’t leave him here, and we’ll need to get Esme away! She’s still upstairs and I must go to her!’ He looked at Tobias as if knowing his response.
‘Lets put our friend in the cellar first.’ Suggested Toby. ‘Esme has locked your bedroom door and won’t come out until she hears your voice. She is frightened that Edward may come up the stairs after her!…And besides,’ he added, ‘Edward Corton puzzles me. I would like to know what makes him tick.’ he grinned that boyish grin.
‘Then you be very careful Tobias. He can be cunning and dangerous.’ replied Charles.
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