off and spun down the hall, just missing Eddie. The lock had almost broken away. Another few seconds …
‘Let’s get out of here,’ Eddie said. ‘Come on, through the kitchen.’ There was a kitchen door leading to the yard and the alley at the back of the house. Eddie had opened it earlier to let the smoke out.
‘We need to slow them down,’ George shouted back at him as the door finally crashed open and a swirl of fog and dark shapes fell into the hall.
Eddie saw that George had the clockwork device in his hands and was winding it up furiously. He set it down on the hall floor, dropped a handful of ball bearings on to the plate on the top, and then adjusted the angle — aiming it along the length of the hallway.
Three men were advancing slowly, the fog drifting behind them so they were silhouetted against the cloudy grey. One of them was Blade, and he was holding a long knife. The other two men hefted wooden cudgels.
‘Hurry up,’ Eddie urged, bouncing from one foot to the other as he prepared to run for it.
George did not reply. He waited, timing the moment, then gently pressed down on the trigger. As soon as he had done so, as soon as the top plate of the device had whipped upwards, George stuffed the contraption back into his jacket pocket and ran after Eddie.
Eddie was also running. But he had waited just long enough to see the ball bearings smash like shotgun pellets into the approaching men. Blade had been caught on the arm, dropping his knife with a cry of pain. One of the other men seemed to have escaped, perhaps shielded by his fellows. But the third had taken several ball bearings in the face. He collapsed backwards with a shriek of pain. He clutched and clawed at his face, the cudgel he had been carrying clattering to the floor.
‘Gotcha!’ Eddie cried. Then he was gone.
The last thing he heard as he fled was Blade’s laughter.
‘I don’t know what he finds so funny,’ Eddie told George as they slammed the door behind them.
George had taken the key from the inside of the door, and he locked it behind them. ‘Won’t hold them for long, but it all helps.’
Eddie wasn’t listening. ‘Unless there’s someone waiting for us out here.’ He stared at George through the thickening air. ‘That’s it — they’re chasing us out of the house for someone else to catch.’
‘They’ll never find us in this pea-souper,’ George said. He grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him across the small yard to the gate. ‘Keep hold of me, or we’ll both get lost. No one in their right mind will be out in this.’
The alley was thick with smog. Grey-green and acrid, it caught at the back of Eddie’s throat as he gasped for air. They looked both ways along the alley before George set off to the left, still pulling Eddie after him.
The fog deadened the sound of their feet slapping against the damp cobbles. It muffled the sounds of splintering wood as the back door gave way. It deadened the cries of the men who gave chase.
But it did nothing to mitigate the sudden roar of sound from ahead of them. Eddie skidded to a halt. It was a sound he knew.
‘Come on!’ George urged. ‘It’s just a tram or a train or something.’
Eddie shook his head, almost speechless with fear. ‘That’s what anyone else will think. But it’s not …’ As if to confirm his nightmare realisation, a shape solidified out of the fog above them.
Hot steam-like breath blew the fog from around them, whipping it into a vortex. Half-glimpsed jaws snapped inches from George’s face as Eddie pulled him backwards. With a snarl of rage, something lunged towards them again. Enormous feet slammed down on the ground; claws scraped and clinked on the cobblestones. From behind them came the shouts of Blade and his fellows.
‘We’re trapped,’ George gasped. ‘God help us, we can’t go back.’
‘Then we’ll have to go sideways.’
‘There’s a wall.’
‘No,’ Eddie said. ‘There’s a gate.’
The gate was locked. Together they battered at it, without success. The reptilian head had lost them in the gloom. But an ear-shattering roar told them the creature was not far away. A massive claw slashed through the air, splitting the fog apart.
At the last moment, George pushed Eddie aside. The claw smashed into the gate, shattering it and sending planks and splinters and hinges flying into the small yard beyond. Immediately after them went George and Eddie. They fled down the narrow path that led along the side of the house.
Terrifying roars echoed round them as they raced down the passageway and out into the street. Eddie was almost crying with relief as they emerged.
‘We were lucky to escape,’ George gasped.
Eddie was about to answer when a dark figure stepped out of the fog. Strong arms wrapped round him and dragged him backwards.
‘Not as lucky as you think,’ Blade’s voice rasped in Eddie’s ear.
He didn’t think, just acted. He kicked out backwards, struggling to break the man’s grip. But Blade was holding on tight to his coat.
‘Run!’ Eddie shouted to George. ‘I’m right behind you.’
Blade grunted and gripped Eddie all the more tightly.
Eddie fought and kicked, and with a sudden, fluid movement, he ripped his arms out of the sleeves of his jacket, leaving Blade to fall backwards, holding only his coat.
Eddie caught up with George, and together they ran as fast as they could down the road. They did not stop running until they both collapsed, gasping for breath. The pale fog closed in around them like a shroud.
‘What are you doing here?’ Liz was surprised to see George and Eddie. She was helping Marcus Jessop work out the design for the backdrops when her two friends ran into the auditorium.
Excusing herself from Jessop, Liz climbed down from the stage as decorously as possible, and made her way up the aisle to where George and Eddie were looking around with interest.
She listened with mounting amazement and anxiety to their story. She glanced at the small contraption with its two metal plates and winding key which George proudly showed her. None of them noticed the sound of the back door of the theatre opening distantly and then banging shut again.
‘So you thought I might be in danger?’ she said when they had finished.
Eddie and George were sitting together in a row of seats, near the back of the theatre. Liz was in the row behind them, facing towards the stage as they talked.
‘Well, of course,’ George said. ‘After they came for us, we worried they would also be looking for you.’
‘We tried your home, but your father said you were out,’ Eddie told her.
‘So we guessed you’d be here,’ George finished, proud of his deduction.
Liz nodded. ‘Lorimore knew who you are because you went to see him. He knows you have, or had, the page of Glick’s diary. But until now he didn’t know who I am, or even that I exist.’
George sighed with relief. ‘I suppose that’s true.’ Then he realised what she had said. ‘What do you mean, “until now”?’
Liz was looking past George and Eddie. ‘The man with the scar is talking to Marcus on the stage,’ she said.
They turned to look, just in time to see Marcus Jessop nod and point down into the auditorium, to where they were sitting. As the man with him turned, the stage lights caught and illuminated the pale scar running down his face.
‘Run!’ Eddie shrieked.
Blade was already leaping down from the stage and heading rapidly through the theatre.
George and Liz leaped to their feet and stumbled into the aisle. Eddie was over the seats and waiting at the back of the auditorium.
‘But, how did he find you?’ George asked as they ran through the foyer.
Liz opened the main doors, slamming them behind after they had all come through. ‘He didn’t,’ she said angrily. ‘He followed you.’
‘Oh.’ George was crestfallen. ‘I thought we’d escaped.’
Liz led them across the road and they ducked behind the end of a wall almost opposite the theatre. After a few seconds, Blade emerged from the theatre. He looked up and down the street, peering into the fog. They heard
