Sapphire Blue Page #5

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Henry. Good name.

And I became a grandfather again.

Lucy came to see me with Paul.

Let's go. Someone's surely eavesdropping.

I will show you the 1950s.

- Can you make sense of this?

- No idea. I must have written it in the future.

I mean ... I will have written it.

Listen, it's not as I thought.

Lucy and Paul saw the Count

kill his own ancestor.

- What?

- He is so vainglorious,

that he doesn't shy away from murdering a family member.

Thank you.

How could such a person save the world?

Do Lucy and Paul still think that my life is in danger?

They say, the success of the

Count's vision depends on the Ruby.

So he'll stop at nothing

to get you under his thumb.

Lucas.

Kenneth? It's you. Here.

I hear you have a delightful young visitor.

May I introduce you? This is my boss, Kenneth de Villiers.

My cousin, Hazel Violet Purpleplum.

A true country lass.

From Gloucestershire.

It's really boring there. Too many...

Sheep.

Yes, sheep.

Say, haven't we met before? In some other establishment?

Not to my knowledge.

- Maybe at the British Girl Scouts.

- That must be it.

I thought we'd never get rid of him.

Listen, don't be impressionable.

- Don't show weakness. Stay strong!

- I am a nervous wreck. I'm not strong.

Yes, you are. Believe in yourself. You can achieve anything.

- Is it happening?

- Yes, goodbye.

Gideon! Are you okay?

What happened?

We better not tell her about my mission.

I completely agree.

Why do you smell of cigars?

Because... I've been smoking.

Let's see one of your cigars.

October 9th, 1955.

A bad day to start smoking.

Gwendolyn, you seem to think you can get away with anything.

But women aren't allowed to think here.

He looked at me so disdainfully. Perhaps he just wanted to bed me and now drops me like -

Wait, you said he was gentle and sweet?

Yes, until someone hit him on the head. Maybe he has amnesia.

- He didn't call. He doesn't care.

- You can't be sure.

- I feel like an idiot.

- Pull yourself together.

This is a matter of life and death.

I don't want to lose my best friend,

just because lovesickness tampers with her higher brain functions.

Unfortuntely, that's how it is.

Well, I tried all night to decipher the code.

But if even your grandfather has no idea...

- Yeah, I don't know.

- Hey! What's up?

Geocaching?

What?

Right! These are coordinates.

- Do you know about it?

- Sure. I have a GPS we can use.

Don't let a de Villiers ensnare you.

- What do you want in return?

- I have some ideas.

- My place? Gideon just cleaned, so...

- In your little dreams.

At the library, four o'clock.

'Let's meet in 1955.'

See! He texted first.

You look nervous.

Would you like a cigar to calm down?

Where is the key?

- What key?

- The one that let you leave here yesterday.

- I don't have a key.

- Don't lie to me.

I read in the annals what

happened on October 9th, 1955.

A certain Violet Purpleplum

visited Lucas Montrose.

Violet Purpleplum, seriously?

They thought she was his mistress

and the description fits you perfectly.

That doesn't mean a thing.

- Why do you distrust me?

- Maybe because I hate being lied to.

Especially by girls who

throw themselves at me one day,

and have somebody attack me the next.

- What are you talking about?

- I saw you with Paul at the church in 1912.

You were intimate...

- A bit too intimate.

- Paul and I?

And we were snogging, or what?

Almost.

- Who knows what I've missed.

- Impossible. I wasn't there.

Yes you were. And you lured me into a trap.

I'd never do that.

Why were you there anyway?

Gwen, Paul only wants your blood.

Gideon, Paul de Villiers isn't my type.

- There must be an explanation.

- Really? For example?

It's hard to find out who can be trusted.

You can trust me.

Always.

Is that so?

Then why are you keeping things from me?

It's intolerable that you kiss me,

then act like you despise me.

Gwen, you mock me all the time.

And I've had it with you!

So that's it then?

Splendid.

- Finally! Is Gideon coming? I'm famished.

- No idea. How was the museum?

Postponed. Raphael had a terrible migraine.

And I know how awful that can be.

Don't let him fool you, Charlotte.

- Gwen, will you join us?

- No.

He's an idiot, okay?

Repeat it as a mantra.

Allegedly, I snogged Paul.

But that's impossible.

How can you be sure?

Paul is very attractive.

Gideon doesn't trust him but I do.

He's sweet and lovely.

I think he cares for me.

- In the park we had that awkward moment.

- Of the enamoured variety or actually awkward?

I don't know.

It's different compared to Gideon.

And Paul belongs to Lucy.

Are you still sulking because of my cousin?

The "Black Swan" is one of the oldest pubs in London.

Excellent cuisine in any era.

And the waitresses are fit!

Has it always been like that?

Don't think you're special.

There were guys before you.

Really?

How many boyfriends has she had?

That's a bit embarrassing.

I don't want to gossip, but

she hadn't been very picky,

when she had a drink.

I know the feeling!

What about Leslie? Does she

get plastered sometimes?

Dude, seriously?

- Raphael and I...

- You and Raphael?

With him? No, never! But he was right.

The first numbers are coordinates.

And they lead to...

- This house!

- Great. What now?

Unfortunately, we didn't get the rest.

Perhaps they're page numbers.

There! "B".

Right! Look there.

"H".

"I".

Behind the water lilies?

- Are there water lilies in the house?

- I have no idea.

There's no painting, no tapestry.

Perhaps another book?

Xemerius, are you eavesdropping again?

You promised to involve me

in all the mystical stuff.

Ask the invisible gargoyle

if there are any water lilies here!

See, Leslie appreciates me.

This house is full of hiding places.

Have you seen the

stuffed crocodile in the recess?

We are only looking for water lilies.

If I show you to them, are you

going to buy me a kitten?

- No.

- No?

- Never.

Fine. How about a puppy?

- Now what?

- Check behind the wallpaper.

Yes, right there.

- Water lilies!

- Quiet.

Incredible.

- Xemerius?

- I'm already inside.

It's so dusty. Get lost, spider!

Before I'll eat you.

- What's there?

- Some shoddy old chest.

I wonder what's in it? Gold? Diamonds?

Or the remains of a naughty maid?

Or the second chronograph.

What are you doing here at midnight?

Is it about the cipher, Raphael spoke of?

I'll kill him.

Cipher? You read too many spy novels.

We're looking for Aunt Glenda's pumice.

See these calluses on my feet.

That won't do for the rococo era.

I'll be watching you, Gwendolyn.

Someone needs to tickle her all over.

It doesn't have to be anything big.

A spoon or a quill from the 17th century?

I'll surely get a few quid for that on Ebay.

You're such a drag. We'll go out later!

I found this amazing club yesterday...

- Check.

- I have to get up early.

- Let's party hard!

- I'm in trouble if I don't perform.

You think it's all a game, don't you?

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