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The Mystery of Drear House
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18

“SHHH! THOUGHT I HEARD something,” Thomas said. In the treasure cavern the smallest noise seemed to hang suspended. He thought he’d heard a sound up in Pluto’s cave. Great-grandmother Jeffers had been about to read from a letter she’d found in a century-old bondage ledger. When she lifted the letter, pieces of it fell away from the rest. Gently she moved the sheets until she had two facing pages. They were part of a letter from one Pompey Redmond, a runaway slave. The letter had been delivered to Dies Drear in 1855.

“Mr. Redmond had learned to write. You can read some of the letter, Mother Jeffers,” Pluto said. “It tells a lot.”

Thomas heard the sound again. They all did this time. Mr. Pluto recognized the muffled pounding. “You’d better go see,” Pluto told Thomas. “Let that wall back to cover the opening. Make sure the wall ladder is in place. Don’t open the plank doors to my cave, but ask who it is.”

“What’ll I do if it’s a stranger?” Thomas had asked.

“Tell him I’m sick. Ask who, but don’t let him in.”

Thomas went up, did as he was told. “Who is it? What do you want?”

“It’s me, Thomas, open up.”

“Papa!” He unbarred the door. Mr. Small looked over his shoulder once and hurried inside.

“Did we stay too long?” Thomas asked. “I’m sorry. We were just talking. Great-grandmother Jeffers loves it down there. She found a letter from a slave! Papa, she and Mr. Pluto are just alike. They both just love it.”

“Bar that door again, Thomas,” his father said, grimly. He looked all around, said, “I suppose you had to bring Grandmother Jeffers here. Walking all this way—don’t you realize she’s no longer young?”

“But, Papa, she wanted to come,” Thomas said. “Me and Pesty—”

“Pesty and I,” his papa corrected.

“Pesty and I watched her every step of the way. She was fine,” Thomas said.

“She could have fallen,” his papa said scoldingly.

Thomas hung his head. Of course, Great-grandmother could have fallen. But she didn’t, he thought, because we wouldn’t let that happen, Pesty and me. “We would never let her fall, Papa,” he finally said.

“Well, I know Grandmother Rhetty when she makes up her mind about something,” his papa said. Then he changed the subject. “Show me the other way in here.”

Thomas barred the plank doors. He went over to a tapestry and held it aside. There was the opening to the narrow tunnelway that led to the horse stalls. Mr. Small knew it well. “Nobody would guess it’s here,” he said.

They took the short walk to the stalls. Thomas showed his papa the place in the back wall where Pesty and he had entered the stall. “Now it looks like somebody’s tampered with it,” Thomas said.

“I see,” Mr. Small answered. “So that’s how they got in if they got in.”

“I think Mr. Pluto believes they did,” Thomas said. “I’m pretty sure it was Macky.”

“Then let us assume that Macky got in here. That he came to worry Pluto and find out something,” Mr. Small said. “But it looks like now Pluto’s sealed the opening with sand and lime.” He shook his head. “Nobody’s coming in this way again.”

“Are you sure? Not Macky?” Thomas said, resigning himself to the fact that Mac Darrow might truly be an enemy, like his brothers.

“Not Macky or anybody else,” his papa said.

They went back into the cave. Thomas climbed the ladder against the wall. He pulled the rope. The wall made its noise and swung away.

Each time Walter Small saw the enormous beauty of it all down there, he felt an urgency inside him, knotting his stomach. Each step he took down he feared the earth might tremble, bringing everything to a crumbling end. Most of all, he feared River Lewis Darrow would find his way into this awesome place. And loot it. Lord, it could happen! he thought.

They went down the natural ramp. Thomas felt the heat of the place. The steady warmth of deep underground had not changed for at least a century they knew of. He was not to raise his voice here, for any noise might set off a cave-in.

Great-grandmother Jeffers sat in a straight chair next to Mr. Pluto behind the massive desk he used. One of the slave ledgers was open on the desk. Pesty was sitting cross-legged on top of the desk. Great-grandmother smiled as Thomas and his papa came down through huge stalactites hanging from the vaulted ceiling and stalagmites rising sharply from the cavern floor. It was always splendid night deep in the underground. Mr. Pluto had lit torches all around.

Great-grandmother Jeffers began. “Dear Brother Drear,” she read from Redmond’s letter. “Your continuing solicitation and bid for a more secure situation is most pleasing to this poor fugitive. ... I am no longer property, but am a man, and because of you. Good citizens by the hundreds gallop out to hear Douglass and to join the antislavery societies. But alas, you have slavers in numbers coming up from the southern border. I fear being forced back into cruel Kentucky. If you beseech me to come to aid in your labour, know that I shall. You spake darkly of a great underground. What might be your meaning? What plan, Brother Dies? Forgive this wretched soul and its folly of weakness ... I dread journeying the black forests that lie between me and thee. …”

Mr. Small paced back and forth in front of the desk. Great-grandmother Jeffers stopped reading. Her eyes shone with pride in the fugitive, Redmond.

“Papa, wasn’t the great underground he mentioned this treasure place?”

“So it would seem, Thomas,” Mr. Small spoke softly.

“All this time Pompey Redmond has been waiting to tell us something,” Great-grandmother said with feeling. “Would’ve been something to help him along!”

“Would’ve indeed,” Mr. Pluto said. “Not hard to see how Mattie Darrow came to be the way she is. Living the underground the way she does. Ah, the meanings of the word—’underground’!”

Mr. Small stopped his pacing. He turned to Pesty, sitting on the desk. “The time has come,” he told her. He looked at Pluto. Something in the look made Pluto get up. The dark throw flowed and settled around him like a shroud. “The time has come,” Mr. Small repeated to Pluto.

“No.” Pluto’s mouth shaped the word soundlessly.

“Thomas, we have to go now,” Mr. Small said. His hand went briskly through his hair. “Pesty, you, too. Let’s go.”

Quickly Pesty got down and stood next to Thomas. “Grandmother Rhetty,” his papa said, “Martha’s back with the boys. We saw your note. I’ll drive the car over as far as I can, and you won’t have to walk the whole distance.”

“I’ll stay right here, then, until you return,” she said, at Pluto’s side.

Pluto’s eyes glinted hard at Mr. Small. “You think I’m too old,” he said. His woolen throw spread over his arms like raven wings. “I can’t carry Mother Jeffers home in my buggy? You think I can’t protect someone … this—”

“A buggy ride!” Great-grandmother exclaimed. “Oh, I’d love that. I haven’t had a buggy ride in thirty years!”

“Well, have one now then,” Mr. Small said. And to Pluto: “I meant no offense. I know how well you handle a horse-drawn buggy. I just thought ...”

“You just thought to tell everybody what to do,” Pluto said quietly, sadly.

“Mr. Pluto, I’m doing the best I know how,” Mr. Small said shakily. “I must see you tonight. I’ll be back.”

Pluto looked surprised. He studied Mr. Small for a moment but said nothing.

“Come on, children, we’ve things to take care of,” Walter Small said. Thomas and Pesty went out with him. Pesty glanced shyly back at Pluto and Great-grandmother and waved.

“Bye,” Thomas said to them.

They could hear Pluto following. He would lock the doors of his cave behind them. Great-grandmother was reading again: “The Philadelphia Vigilance Committee heeds your call. Mr. Purvis gave to me food and clothing and a place to rest at his estate. I met more abolitionists from everywhere.”

Outside Pesty, Thomas, and his father walked in silence for a time, toward the Drear house. Mr. Small was deep in thought. “Papa, what is it?” Thomas said.

“It’s just the time,” his papa said. “It’s a good and bad time.”

“What do you mean, Papa?”

“I mean, we’ve kept the great cavern secret for so long. I’ve been inventorying everything all these months, to give a listing of the treasure to the foundation that owns the house and the hill. That’s what I told myself I was doing.” He laughed. “Well, I never gave them a list of anything. I kept it all to myself. Still a secret. And I as much as promised Mr. Pluto that I would not tell the foundation anything as long as he lived.” He sighed. “Well, I had no right to promise such a thing! And now what has to be done makes me very sad—”

“What’s that?” Pesty asked. “What’s it that has to be done?”

Mr. Small stared down at the ground for a long moment before he said, “Well, it’s a plan worth trying. Pesty, your share of it has two parts. The first thing in the morning I want you to get your mother out of the house and into our house without anyone else knowing. Can you do that?”

“Sure!” she said. “We can go the tunnelway, and if it’s morning, everybody just think Mama is taken to bed or is sleeping late.”

“And Pesty, after bringing your mother, will you go back and do something else important?” Mr. Small said.

“What’s that?” she asked.

He told her, speaking just above a whisper. Thomas listened. His eyes grew wide, startled, as he heard it all. Looking all around, Mr. Small made sure that only the three of them could hear. “Timing is everything,” he told them. “Pesty, you must have your mother in our house by eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“Eight o’clock,” she said. “She don’t sleep long these times. I can do it. We’ll be out in the tunnel by eight anyway.”

“No, in the house at eight,” Mr. Small said firmly.

“And no later than eight-ten, you hear? Because the last part comes at nine. You remember?”

“Yes,” she said, “I—I just hope I don’t get in worse with …” She wouldn’t name her papa, River Lewis, but that was whom she was thinking about.

Mr. Small knew it. “Let’s hope that everything happens just the right way, so there is no time for folks to think about how and why it’s happening.

“Timing. Timing!” he continued. “Once and for all. There’s no other way. … The timing must be perfect.”

“But I don’t understand, the part about—” Thomas began.

Mr. Small stopped him. “I’ve said all that needs to be said for now. Wait until tomorrow. Seeing is believing, Thomas, and this you have to see.”

Supposing something goes wrong? Thomas was thinking. Supposing the Darrow men … and Macky– he didn’t want to think what would happen if things went wrong.

Although she had misgivings, Pesty trusted Mr. Small. “Wish things wouldn’t always change,” she said. “Then again I wish they would.”

“Me, too, Pesty,” Mr. Small said.

Everything’s up in the air. What if Pesty gets into trouble? Thomas was thinking. What if Pluto gets mad at Papa, or Mrs. Darrow can’t be moved? And River Lewis, what if ... ? The what-ifs made his head spin.

19

THOMAS WOKE UP EARLY and dressed quickly. He paused long enough to think: Good luck, Pesty! Next, he put her out of his mind while he made sure his papa was still confident about everything, that Great-grandmother was ready. He guessed that was his part of the plan to do. Papa sure didn’t give me a lot to work out in perfect timing, he thought.

He was right about what Pesty would be doing. She and Macky were up first, while it was dark out. Next, her daddy was up, and her older brothers, Wilbur, Russell, and River Ross. Her mama might stay awake all night. Or she might sleep and wake up a million times. Or like these days, she would wake up peacefully and want to get dressed to go walking. Pesty had a time with her. Today she would need to keep her mama quiet for more than an hour. She’d told Mr. Small she could do it. Mr. Thomas had heard her say so.

Pesty awoke at ten minutes past six. Not bad, she thought. The house was cold. She blew her breath; it was like white mist on the air. Wonder how many breaths it take to warm this room? She got up and got dressed. Shivering, she put on boots that were the warmest shoes she had. Remember boots for Mama. And her coat, too. Keep her good and warm.

In the kitchen she started the fire in the big old cookstove. She washed up in the cold water pumped into the sink from the well and dried her face and hands. By that time there was a roaring fire in the stove. She put the water kettle on to boil. When the flames settled down, she added pieces of wood and soft coal from the bucket next to the stove. Now I wash my hands again! She always did that when she lit the fire.

She put peanut butter and jelly on the toast, boiled eggs and instant coffee. She had it all on a tray when Macky came in. “Morning. Mama hungry this morning,” she told him, forcing herself to smile.

“What you been doing?” he asked her. It was his chance to talk to her with no one else around. “You stay over there at that house all the time. What have you been up to?”

She couldn’t get over how fast he’d got on her trail. “I was over to Mr. Pluto’s, too, yesterday,” she said pleasantly. “And Mr. Thomas and me play with the little guys some, over his house. They go to school, too. We hang out with Great Mother Jeffers. She a lot of fun, and we took her to Mr. Pluto’s.” All the time she spoke, she was moving out of the kitchen, away from him. Macky stood there, rocking on his heels. Looking angry and defeated, he watched her go.

Pesty ran into her daddy. He was looking in on Mattie. He had closed the door, so Pesty knocked. River Lewis Darrow opened the door. “Morning, Daddy,” she said as softly as she could. He blocked her view, and she couldn’t see if her mama was awake.

River Lewis eyed her and stepped to one side so she could pass through with the tray. He nodded curtly, but he did not speak to her. It made her feel bad, never to have her daddy say hardly a word to her.

Mattie was sitting up in bed. River Lewis went back to sit down in the chair. Pesty remembered that Great Mother Jeffers had sat just there.

Mama seem not to mind Great Mother, Pesty thought. She looking pleasant this morning, too. “Morning, Mama,” she said. “How you feeling today?”

Mattie laughed suddenly. “I bent my back down the road,” she said happily. “I squirreled the tree and gave a hoot.”

Pesty sighed. “Okay, Mama, I got some food for you and me. Eggs and toast—how ’bout that?”

“I treed a squirrel, that was my dream,” Mattie said. “But going down the road backward—I don’t know.”

Pesty grinned, delighted. When her mama could figure out her own words, she was doing better than ever.

Pesty took part of the food and put it on the night table. Then she took the tray and handed it over to her daddy.

River put the cup of coffee in Mattie’s hand. “Now take a good, long drink,” he said. “This room is coolish. I’ll bring in a heater if you want.”

“No, thank you,” Mattie said. Her voice sounded less disconnected this morning, thought Pesty. She’s doing better, but it won’t last.

Pesty ate some of the food. River Lewis and Mattie chatted after a fashion, as Mattie ate her breakfast. So did Pesty and her mama chat. But River and Pesty had few words spoken between them. She hoped he would talk to her. All the time she was careful not to mention any of the Smalls.

Her older brothers came in to speak for a moment to their mother. Big, bungling men. The room seemed crowded with them in it. They shuffled their feet back and forth. They said they would see her later, and they went out. Macky came in, joined his father and Pesty around the bed.

“Morning, Mama. Daddy,” he said.

“Ah, Macky,” his mama answered.

River Lewis said nothing. It wasn’t a minute before he got up and walked out of the room. Some of Mattie’s pleasant mood went with him. She frowned at Macky. Then she seemed to forget there was any change or that River Lewis had gone, had ignored his youngest son for one more day.

Mattie patted the coverlet, and Macky came over to sit down.

“It’s chilly today, Mama,” he said. He put his head down on her pillow next to her, with his face facing away from her. She reached around and held his head in the crook of her arm.

Macky always was her favorite, Pesty thought, watching. She didn’t mind that. He was her mama’s own last child. She was her mama’s own first and last orphan girl. Each has a place. I never got in the way of any child’s place.

“I’m going to stay with you, Mama,” Macky said. “Stay here the whole day.”

“No!” Pesty hollered inside. Often Macky said he would stay the whole day. You know he’s not staying, she thought. Don’t let anything go wrong. What time it is? Is it time? Couldn’t be more than seven o’clock. Time left, but I got to get her up and going.

Mattie Darrow had been watching Pesty over Macky’s head. She cradled her youngest son. Big old boy, Pesty thought.

Macky had his eyes closed and did not see Pesty’s expression. But Mattie did. She stared at her orphan child, whom she kept safe in her house and hoped never to send along the underground road.

“Mama, didn’t you say you wanted some wild meat?” Pesty said. “Didn’t you, Mama?” She dared give her mama a clue that wouldn’t hurt anything, to say something that would help get rid of Macky. Her mama did love wild meat so.

“Squirrel? Squirrel?” her mama murmured.

Macky lifted his head. “Mama, you want me to hunt you squirrel? Haven’t had some squirrel in a long kind of time,” he said. “Been eating too much house meat anyhow.” Meat bought in the stores was called house meat.

“Cut it up and parboil it. Squirrel,” Mattie said into Macky’s hair.

“You got to shoot him first,” he said. “Then you ring his hind legs at his feet. You have to cut around that tail base. Put him on his back.”

“Put your foot on his tail,” Mattie said, and cackled loudly.

“Grab him by his back legs,” Pesty added.

Macky gave her a dirty look. “This between my mama and me,” he said.

“Soak him,” Mattie said. “We always soak him.”

“Who, we?” Macky asked. But she was silent on the subject.

“She means when she was a girl,” Pesty said.

“How you know she means that?”

“I always know what she means,” Pesty said. “She’s my mama, too.”

“No, she’s not.” He had his eyes closed again.

Mattie’s chin rested in his hair. She stared at Pesty.

Pesty felt sick at heart. Things change, she thought, and swallowed away the lump in her throat.

“I got to go,” Macky said to Mattie. He got up.

“Bushy tail,” Mattie said, smiling. She shielded her eyes, as if looking into the sun.

“I’ll get you maybe some squirrel,” he said. “I’ll go see what I can find in the woods today. You want this?” He held up the toast she hadn’t touched. She took it, took two bites, gave it back to him. He wolfed it down, going out the door.

Nobody saying goodbye, Pesty thought. She felt so bad today. Living in this house with nobody to talk to most of the time. Now Macky didn’t want her around.

Her papa drank his coffee in the kitchen. So did her older brothers. Macky waited in his room. When they were gone, he went in and had some milk and cookies. He got his gun from the high gun shelf in the pantry. And he left.

Everybody hates me, Pesty thought. She stood just inside her mama’s bedroom at the doorway, looking out. She saw everybody leave. Then she closed the door and turned the skeleton key in the lock.

“Mama, get your clothes on! We got to get going in the tunnel.”

Mattie Darrow was out of bed, suddenly rushing, tearing up the room.

“Mama, shhhh. Slow down! Here. Sit. I’ll get your clothes and your coat, and your boots, too. You want to go to the bathroom? Okay, Mama. And you wish to wash up, too. I’ll comb your hair when you are finished. It was seven-fifteen when Daddy left. Now it’s some later, so please, Mama, hurry! Oh, it’s going to be a big day, I bet!”

It was just after eight when Mattie and Pesty swung around into the bedroom upstairs in the house of Dies Drear. Thomas and Mr. Small and Great-grandmother Jeffers were there waiting. “We’ll go downstairs to the kitchen,” Great-grandmother said, after greeting Pesty and her mama. She took Mattie Darrow ever so gently by her arm. Mattie made no resistance.

They all went downstairs. Pesty hung back with Mr. Small and Thomas.

“They all of them are out the house,” she told them.

“Can you get them on time?” asked Mr. Small.

“Sure. They’re just out doing chores.”

“Macky, too?” asked Thomas.

“No. He’s hunting. Squirrel, ’cause Mama wants it. But I can get him.”

“It would be good if you did,” Mr. Small said. “But get your father and the others. You know what to do. I’m counting on you.”

“I know it,” she murmured. She smiled shyly at Thomas.

He smiled back at her. “It’s going to come out great,” Thomas said.

“I know it,” she said. But she was thinking: Am I right to do this?

They stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Mama won’t be any trouble, long as Great Mother Jeffers is there,” she told Mr. Small. “She likes Great Mother Jeffers. She likes Thomas, too.” She and Thomas grinned at each other. “Have the little fellows gone off to school yet?”

“Not yet,” said Thomas.

“Well, she’ll sure like seeing them best of all.”

“Pesty, I want you to know that we all think you are just wonderful,” Mr. Small told her.

“You do?” she said.

“Uh-huh,” he said. “You are smart and very brave, and we thank you now for everything. I promise you, everything is going to work out, you’ll see.” But he hated seeing the sadness in her eyes.

“I’m going then,” she said.

“We’ll see you in a short while,” he said. “Remember, the timing is everything. Don’t tell before nine o’clock. Then get them moving.”

“I know,” she said. “See you.” And she left, wanting only to be in the Drear kitchen, where it was warm and smelled so good. She went out the door and jumped off the front porch. She started her trot home.


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