The London Eye Mystery by Siobhan Dowd
She didn’t answer. ‘ontli . . . ONTLI . . .’ she went. Then she stopped. ‘What did you say?’
‘I said – why aren’t the letters—?’
I stopped. Kat was staring at me, her eyes large and round, her mouth open.
‘Sorry, sorry, Kat, I didn’t mean to put you off . . .’
‘No, no—’ she began. But what she was about to say was cut off by an ear-piercing screech from downstairs.
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T he shriek had come from the kitchen. Kat gasped and gripped my arm hard. Then she ran from the room and pounded downstairs. I followed her as fast as I could. I wondered whether somebody had been murdered. It sounded like the kind of scream you get on old-fashioned TV detective stories, when the maid goes in with a tray and finds a dead body and drops the tray and makes an ear-piercing noise. An image of Aunt Gloria finding Salim dead in the cellar went through my head and a bad feeling went up my oesophagus.
Kat stopped in the kitchen doorway. I peered over her shoulder to see what was happening beyond. Mum, Aunt Gloria and Rashid were standing at the table, staring at Aunt Gloria’s mobile phone.
‘What’s happened?’ Kat said.
Nobody replied. It was as if we’d come upon a game of statues. Kat walked over to the table and reached over to pick up the mobile.
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‘Don’t touch it!’ Aunt Gloria whispered. Kat’s hand paused. ‘Why not?’
Mum pushed Kat’s hand away. ‘Just stay out of this, Kat. Can’t you see Glo’s upset?’
Rashid’s hands went up palm outwards. ‘Come, come, let’s sit down, calm down,’ he said. ‘Let’s get to the bottom of this.’
Everybody obeyed except me (there were only four chairs). I stood by Mum’s shoulder.
‘Gloria,’ Rashid soothed. He took her hand and stroked it like you would a cat. ‘Tell us what happened.’
Aunt Gloria swallowed. ‘I’ve been carrying my mobile with me everywhere. Never losing sight of it. It’s been by the pillow. In my pocket. In my hand. All the time. Just in case Salim should call. Then –
just now— Oh!’ She wiped a tear off her cheek.
‘For two minutes I put it here, on the table, while I went into the living room. To call the airline. From the landline. I had to call the airline, you see. Because, by rights’ – she shook her head and her lips squashed up together – ‘by rights, today, we 183
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should be flying across the Atlantic, Salim and I. And I rang them to explain why we won’t make the flight. And the lady on the phone was very kind.’
Her lips went one way, her nose another and her eyes disappeared altogether. She was crying. I couldn’t see why someone being kind should make Aunt Gloria cry, but it did. ‘She said she’d hold our reservations. That’s if Salim . . . is found. They’ll put us on the first available flight to New York. So I said thank you. And I hung up. I put the phone back. And I came back in here. And it was ringing. The mobile. It was on the table, ringing and ringing, and nobody was in here, nobody to hear it. I picked it up, answered it – and it rang off . . .’
‘It could have been anyone,’ Rashid said. Aunt Gloria shook her head. She picked up the phone and showed us its display panel. The name of the last caller was displayed.
Salim.
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off again. Nobody. Oh, Salim. You called me. And I wasn’t there for you.’
The last six words came out in a wail that grew louder until the ‘you’. Then she got stuck on the ‘oo’
sound.
‘Oo-oo-oooo,’ she cried, like a baby that’s dropped its bottle.
Viking North Utsire South Utsire Forties cyclonic six to gale eight, I chanted in my head. Decreasing five, rough or very rough.
‘Oh, Glo,’ Mum said. She took her by the elbow and they went to stand out in the back garden and I saw Mum handing Aunt Gloria her packet of cigarettes and her lighter, which was very strange because my mother is a nurse and nurses know all about how smoking is hazardous for human health. Aunt Gloria would have been better off with a cup of tea because in my book of first aid it says a hot drink is good for you if you have had a shock.
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calling in the press. Then he went out into the garden too.
Kat looked at me. ‘Ted,’ she said, ‘this is getting serious.’
‘Serious,’ I agreed.
She got up from the table and walked around it three times until I felt dizzy. I could see she was thinking. When Kat thinks, she moves about a lot, but when I think, apart from putting my head to one side, I am still. I didn’t like the way Kat was thinking. Her ponytail swung from one side to the other and her lips were pressed up tight and her mouth was moving but no sound came out. Suddenly she went into the living room. I followed her. She picked up the A–Z phone book from the shelf and flicked through it with her eyebrows pulled together. Then she turned a page over and nodded. She tore out the page and folded it.
‘Ted,’ she said, ‘I’m going out. This instant.’
‘But . . .’
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‘But you’re not going to Tiffany’s, are you?’ I said.
‘No,’ she said.
‘Hrumm.’
‘Stop twitching your head like that! All you have to say if Mum asks is that I’ve popped over to Tiff’s. Got it?’
‘Popped over to Tiff’s.’
‘For the afternoon.’
‘For the afternoon.’
‘Don’t drone it like that. Say it like you mean it, Ted.’
‘But I don’t mean it, Kat. It’s not true.’
Kat slapped her forehead. ‘How did I end up with a brother like you? How? You’re a hopeless case.’
‘Where are you really going, Kat?’
‘If I tell you, you’ll tell the others.’
‘I won’t, Kat. Not if they don’t ask me.’
‘They will ask you. There’s no time to lose. I’ve got to check this thing out myself.’
‘No,’ I said. ‘No, Kat.’
She was in the hall, putting on her jacket.
‘No,’ I said.
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She ran upstairs to fetch her leopard-skin backpack. I followed her. She stuffed the blown-up photo of the strange man’s blurry face into it along with the phone-book page and ran downstairs again.
‘No,’ I said, following. My hand shook itself out.
‘No, Kat.’
‘I’ll be back as soon as I can.’
‘Kat!’
She opened the front door.
‘Kat!’ I grabbed the sleeve of her jacket. ‘Take me with you. Please.’
‘Gerroff, Ted,’ she said. She tried to slap my hand away.
‘Uh-uh-uh,’ I grunted. I held on.
‘Let go, Ted.’ She shoved me hard back through the front door. ‘I’m sorry, Ted. You’re really good at thinking. But you’re no good at doing. If you come with me, you won’t be any use.’
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board, my hand shook itself out and my brain went into a whirling vortex of bad feelings. Katastrophe. Kataclysm. Katalogue of Disasters. Hurricane Katrina. Mean, mad, mad, mean Kat.
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Bingo
I went upstairs before Mum and the others found m
You would think that would be easy but it wasn’t. The Business and Services Book for London has 989 pages. The pages are floppy and thin. When one page is missing, it doesn’t automatically open on that page. You have to search page by page until you see a break in the page numbering at the top. I started at the beginning, with businesses that are called things with number-beginnings, like ‘00 Finance’. By page 6 you are on the As. By page 75 you are on the Bs. By ‘Eye of the Needle Software Solutions’ my own eyes were like needles and my fingers were black. The pages rubbed against my finger-pads like cotton wool as I turned them. Sweat trickled down my neck. The cool breeze of the 190
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morning had gone. The temperature was climbing. Downstairs, I heard the police arrive.
I started on the Fs. By Family to Fashion I was beginning to wonder about going the other way: starting on the Zs and working backwards. But I’d seen Kat hunting through the book and I’d had the impression she’d been looking nearer the start. Then I remembered about mirrors. I picked up the book and rifled through it the way Kat had done, but in front of the mirror on my wardrobe door. Mirror image, the other way round, back to front . . . depending on how you look at it . . . I remembered Kat staring at me after I’d asked her about why letters in photos appear the right way round and not back to front.
Then I dropped the phone book. ONT – FRONT. My favourite weather word. Why hadn’t I thought of it sooner?
I skipped forward through Fashion, Felt, Fisher, Flowers, Fortune. Sure enough, page 333/334 was missing, as were all entries between ‘Frocks Galore’
and ‘Futon Futura’.
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The rest was easy.
ONTLI ECUR. FRONTLINE SECURITY.
I said out loud what Dad says whenever he finishes the weekend crossword.
Bingo.
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I went downstairs. I had worked out what Kat had worked out and I was glad. But now I needed to think some more. What was the next thing to do? The police were in the kitchen. The door was open. I did some more eavesdropping and heard Detective Inspector Pearce saying, ‘It could have been anyone phoning, Gloria. Not necessarily Salim. Anyone who had found or borrowed his phone.’
And then another police officer: ‘Sometimes mobile phones ring a number of their own accord –
when the keypad’s not locked.’
It wasn’t very interesting, and while the grownups’ attention was diverted, I decided it was a good time to take action.
I crept into the living room and picked up the phone. One thing I know about, because Mum has shown me, is getting an unknown number through Directory Enquiries. The six numbers to dial are in my head. I dialled them and a man answered. 193
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‘Frontline Security,’ I said. ‘London.’
He put me through to an automatic voice, which gave me an eleven-digit number. I memorized it. I hung up and dialled the number.
There was music playing and then a recorded message:
‘ Welcome to Frontline Security, the number one London security company. We supply stewards, ticket collectors, body-searchers and guards with two-way radios. Whether you’re hosting a celebrity party, a fire- work show, a popular concert or an exhibition, we can meet all your requirements. Frontline Security. Your complete security solution. Please hold while we put you through to an operator.’
The music started again. My free hand flapped. I was still waiting for the ‘operator’ when Rashid came in. I wondered if I should put the phone down but he smiled at me and said nothing. He fetched his jacket from the back of the armchair and left the room. I was still on hold. The recorded announcement went round another time, then another. Halfway through the fourth time there was 194
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a click and a real woman’s voice saying, ‘HelloFrontline-Security-can-I-help-you?’
‘Hrumm,’ I said.
‘Hello?’ the woman said again.
I didn’t know what to say.
‘Hello?’
My mind spun like the vortex of a tropical cyclone.
‘Hello? Is anybody there? Frontline Security?’
I hung up.
Just as I did so, I heard a big van draw up outside. Doors slammed, voices shouted, the doorbell rang. I looked out of the window. A television crew had arrived. Aunt Gloria and Rashid had decided to go public.
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cars and that’s how it was in our living room now. Nobody noticed me standing by the telephone. Detective Inspector Pearce talked on her mobile. Aunt Gloria searched her make-up bag. Mum helped a cameraman plug a camera light into the socket behind the sofa. She looked up and saw me.
‘Ted. There you are. Where’s Kat?’
My mouth opened but no words came out. Instead the cameraman said, ‘Pass the plug over, love,’ and Mum was distracted. Seconds later a man with a thin, frowning face said, ‘Let’s roll.’ But instead of rolling, another man said, ‘Lights. Camera. Action. Take one.’
Aunt Gloria sat on the sofa. Rashid sat next to her. She’d put on some bright orange lipstick and this made her face look whiter than usual and the skin between her eyelashes and eyebrows look bruised.
‘This is a message,’ she began. She swallowed, took Rashid’s hand. ‘A message. If you are holding Salim – if you know where my boy is – if you think you might have seen him, please, please come 196
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forward. We’ll do anything to have him back. He’s our boy. Just a call to let us know he’s safe. To let us know he’s . . . alive.’ Her face crumpled. ‘The worry is crippling us. Please. Call the police. Thank you.’
‘Cut,’ the thin-faced man said to the cameraman.
‘That was great, missis,’ he said to Aunt Gloria.
‘Do you want me to do it again?’ Aunt Gloria said.
‘Do you want another take?’
‘No need, love.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Fine first time. You’re a natural.’
And within minutes the camera crew had packed up and left. Mum and Rashid saw them out to their van and the police left at the same time. This meant I was on my own in the room with Aunt Gloria. She sat on the sofa staring into space.
‘Oh, Ted,’ she said after a minute of silence. She was looking straight at me and I couldn’t understand what her expression meant. I thought she was going to say something cross. But instead she shook her head and her eyes watered. ‘Did I do all right?’ she whispered.
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‘Yes, Aunt Gloria,’ I said.
‘Do you think somebody out there might hear, might help?’
‘It’s a possibility,’ I said.
‘What do you think, Ted? Do you think Salim is all right?’
‘Hrumm,’ I said.
‘What does that mean?’ she said. Her face took on its mini ice-age look.
‘I was just thinking, Aunt Gloria.’
The mini ice age thawed. She sighed. Her hand went out and landed on my head. She ruffled my hair the way Mum does. I squirmed. Aunt Gloria didn’t notice.
‘You know, Ted, I’m sick to my stomach.’
I stared at her stomach in confusion.
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It’s a mystery. I’m working on it. In my brain.’
‘Your brain,’ Aunt Gloria repeated. She smiled at me, but it reminded me of the way Mum smiled at me the time I asked her about miracle cures and whether I could get one for my syndrome if I prayed hard enough. Like Mum’s then, Aunt Gloria’s lips turned up but at the same time a tear came down her cheek. She took my hand and rubbed my knuckles, which was a strange thing to do and started my other hand flapping. ‘Sometimes I think there’s more in that brain of yours, Ted, than in the rest of ours put together. If brains alone could bring Salim back, yours would do it.’
Then Aunt Gloria got up from the sofa and went upstairs to Kat’s room, which was where she was sleeping.
I didn’t want to run into Mum in case she asked me about Kat again and I would have to tell the Tiffany lie. So I went where I always go when I want to do my two favourite things, think and watch the weather: the back garden.
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had been up for three days. Mum had forgotten about them. I touched them. They were damp from the light rain we’d had that morning. I paced the lawn to check it hadn’t grown or shrunk. Twelve-anda-half strides wide and seven across, the same as last week. Then I realized that when I grew taller, and my legs longer, the number of strides would decrease. It was another example of how things can change, depending on how you look at them. I was back with the water going down the plughole in different directions, depending on which hemisphere you were in; the London Eye revolving in different directions depending on which side of the river you were on; worms being male and female; satellites moving and staying still. Something flickered in my brain. It was a pattern – two things that looked alike; something that looked like one thing but was really another thing. I pinched my right forearm to make the pattern stay, but it didn’t. It vanished before I could fix it, before I could find out what it was. I looked up at the sky. Thin strata cloud, white and harmless, floated in the southeast. But to the 200