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That's when she started to believe the rumors in the village that the old house was haunted. But no ghosts appeared - until the day Lucy and her brother Jamie stood in the garden and watched two pale figures, a girl and a boy, coming toward them.
That was the beginning of a strange and dangerous friendship between Lucy and Jamie and two children who had died a century before.
The ghost children desperately needed their help. But would Lucy and Jamie have the courage to venture into the past - and change the terrible events that had led to murder?
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First published January 1, 1969
'But weren't you afraid to drink it?' asked Lucy. 'It might have been poisonous?'and this bit with the vicar:
'Oh, I thought of that,' said Georgie casually, 'so I put some in Mrs Wicken's gin to see if she would die or not.'
There was an awkward silence. Jamie and Lucy knew that their disapproval showed in their shocked faces, and Sara looked slightly embarrassed at her brother's bluntness.
'Suppose she had died?' said Lucy timidly.
'Jolly good thing if she did!' said the little boy cheerily. 'She's absolutely beastly!'
'That's all very well,' said Jamie, 'but if she had died it would have been murder.'
'Oh, I don't think so,' said Sara quickly. 'You see, he didn't give it to her because he thought it was poison but only to make quite sure that it wasn't.'
Jamie couldn't help feeling that this argument was unsound.
'It was either Mrs Wickens or the cat,' said Sara defensively, 'and the cat had never done anyone any harm.'
Faced with this choice, Jamie and Lucy saw that any right-minded jury would acquit, and they felt relieved.
The vicar smiled politely at Mrs Monk-Burton with her heavily powdered face under her unsuitable pink net hat and tried not to think uncharitable thoughts. But it was not easy, for he knew her to be a selflish and vain old woman..... 'Dear Mrs Monk-Burton,' he said, 'knowing how you love to be of service, I have no hesitation in asking you to give Mrs Allen and her family a lift.'and Jamie in church:
She frowned. 'I'm afraid we're not going that way . . .' she began.
'Which way are you going?' asked the vicar sweetly.
'Well, we have to go by the Furniston road,' she said, choosing the only road that crossed the high heath and passed through no villages.
'Perfect! Then you could drop them all at the gates of the Old House.'
'The Old House? I didn't know there was anyone living there. Oh, very well!' She conceded defeat as ungraciously as possible, but Mr Monk-Burton seemed delighted as be shepherded his small party towards the big car.
The vicar smiled as he watched them go and, with a positively unchristian feeling of triumph, went off to have his lunch.
Jamie always enjoyed the hymns most of all. Lucy had accused him of being tone-deaf and out-of-tune, but he did not believe a word of it. To him it seemed that his voice rang clear as a bell, and he sang with great gusto. If the people in front turned round to stare at him, as they so often did, he assumed that they wanted to see who could be the owner of such a rich, tuneful voice, and he smiled so engagingly that even music-lovers had been known to smile backand some typical Lucy v. Jamie banter:
'There you are then: anything is possible.'and finally:
But the trap was empty. 'I shan't believe it is possible,' said Jamie, 'until we have done it.'
'But Sara said . . .'
'What Sara said is not evidence, it's hearsay,' said Jamie smugly. He remembered this from a court scene in a television series.
Lucy was furious at finding herself outwitted, and sulked the rest of the way home.
'Of course, Sara is only putting on an act to stop Georgie from being frightened,' said Lucy. 'She must be terrified really.'I'll be relying on the many other reviews and summaries of this book to round out your view of it, but I really did enjoy it. I do love the late but great Antonia Barber's style. In fact, I went to see what other books of hers are out there that I might have missed. I've just purchased The Ring in the Rough Stuff, and when it arrives (and I get around to it - massive back-log, as you can undoubtedly relate to), I'll be able to give it a proper review - like this book, it was also nominated for the Carnegie Medal, and yet is all but forgotten. I'll see to that, later. I like Barber's writing too much to pass up a $1 (plus 3.5 times that in shipping costs) paperback via post.
'Sara's not the sort of girl who terrifies easily,' said Jamie admiringly.
Lucy, still smarting from the memory of her panic in the garden, took this as a personal reproach. She sniffed miserably. 'I should never have come,' she said. 'I can't help it if I get frightened in the dark.'
It took Jamie a moment or two to get to the bottom of this remark. When he did he said, 'Oh, don't be a ninny. I wasn't getting at you. After all, no one would expect you to be as brave as Sara; you've always had me around to look after you.'
He said it with a certain smugness but Lucy decided to let it pass.