else.
The window shade was drawn; the door was locked. They spoke in hushed tones, and every so often one of them checked the hallway for unwanted listeners. The secrecy of their discussion — and the anxiety and urgency that attended it — lent a strange feeling of familiarity to the scene, for only a year had passed since the Mysterious Benedict Society had held meetings just like this at the Institute. In the middle of their circle lay the sealed envelope. Reynie had put off opening it but hadn’t said why.
“He didn’t tell you anything more?” Reynie asked Constance, who evidently knew as little about Mr. Benedict’s trip as the others.
“Don’t you think I’d have said so if he had?” Constance snapped. “I’ve spent the whole morning crying, Reynie — ever since that stupid bird showed up. If I could think of some important fact, you know I’d tell you.”
“I know,” Reynie said gently. He was used to Constance and had a better way with her than the others did. “Now please don’t be upset, but can you tell me how the pigeon got here?”
Constance sniffled and swiped at her eyes. “There was a knock at the door, and when one of the guards went to open it, that box was on the doorstep. He didn’t see who left it, but one of the upstairs guards was watching through a window. She said it was a man in a suit. He was carrying a briefcase.”
“I knew it,” said Kate, curling her lip, and in a tone that implied considerable loathing she said, “A Ten Man.”
The others looked at her.
“A what?” Sticky asked.
“This was something I was going to tell you about. Do you remember Mr. Curtain’s Recruiters?”
Constance stared at Kate. “Do I
“Exactly,” Kate said. “Those guys. Well, they’re still working for Mr. Curtain, only they aren’t called Recruiters anymore. Milligan and the other agents call them Ten Men.”
“Because they’re heartless?” asked Reynie, thinking of
“Not Tin Men, Reynie.
“Not just the shockwatches?” Sticky asked, cringing as if he didn’t really want to know.
“Apparently they’ve expanded their wardrobe,” Kate said.
Reynie was rubbing his chin. “If a Ten Man delivered the pigeon,” he mused, “then another Ten Man could be waiting at its roost. Mr. Curtain wouldn’t have to be there himself. They could just call him when the reply came. That means Mr. Curtain could be anywhere in the world — and wherever
“I have a feeling you’re going somewhere with this,” Kate said.
“Not just me,” Reynie said. “All of us.”
“We’re going somewhere?” Sticky asked, confused.
“Okay, Reynie, why haven’t we opened the envelope yet?” Constance said. “Why have you been stalling?”
“Because I think we need to be resolved,” Reynie said, taking the envelope and staring at it intently. “Whatever Mr. Benedict has written in here could put us on his trail.” He looked up. “And I think we should follow it.”
“You mean actually go on the trip?” Sticky said, his eyes widening.
“By ourselves?” Kate said. She considered for perhaps half a second. “Okay, I’m in.”
Constance looked faintly hopeful. “You think we could actually find them?”
“It’s worth a shot,” Reynie said.
Sticky was polishing his spectacles now. Beads of sweat had appeared on his bald head. “It might be dangerous. You realize it might be dangerous, right?”
“Yes,” Reynie said. “But if we find them — or if we can just get close — we won’t do anything foolish. We’ll contact Rhonda and Milligan, and they can decide what to do.”
“What if we come across a Ten Man?” Constance asked.
“Don’t worry about that,” said Kate, with a dismissive wave of her hand. “We’ll just need to keep an eye out for suits and briefcases — and, you know, be prepared to run for our lives.”
“Thank you,” said Constance with a quaver in her voice. “That’s ever so comforting.”
“A Ten Man probably wouldn’t even notice us,” Reynie said. “Four children don’t exactly look like a rescue team, you know.”
“Well, I suppose
Kate cracked her knuckles. “If we’re going to do this we need to get started. Four days, the letter said, and we may need every minute.”
“So what’s the plan?” Sticky asked, putting away his polishing cloth and resettling his spectacles.
“If we’re in agreement,” Reynie said, “we’ll go wherever these instructions lead us. Secretly, of course. The