Hunting for Silence (Storm and Silence 5)

‘Hello?’

I knocked again.

Nothing.

For the first time, then, it really sank in: the streets around me were empty. Completely empty. How often did that happen in London, even on a Sunday? No, especially on a Sunday! People should be heading to the public parks in droves. Instead, an unnatural silence hung over the city. Trust me, by now I was an expert on unnatural silences.

‘Hello? Hello! Is anyone in there? Answer me, dammit!’ I started pounding on the door. ‘Open up right now!’

Finally, footsteps hurried down the corridor. The latch clicked, and the door slowly slid open just wide enough to let me see a little slice of a face on the other side. It was not my aunt’s.

Homecoming Surprise

‘Maria? What are you doing at the door? Where is Leadfield?’

‘L-Lilly?’

‘You’re not sure? That hurts my feelings. I distinctly remember you telling me once you’d recognize my ugly mug from sixty paces.’

‘N-no! It can’t be you! Go away!’

She tried to slam the door on me. She honestly tried to slam the door shut right in my face! Luckily, you don’t spend a year working for Rikkard Stubborn-As-A-Rock Ambrose without learning a thing or two about persistence. My foot wedged itself in the door before I even had time to think about it.

‘No! Don’t come in! Leave! I don’t want to get sick!’

The barrage of words I had been about to unleash died on my lips.

Sick?

My eyes flicked from left to right, once again taking in the empty streets, the closed shutters, the barred doors. A cold shiver went down my back. And unfortunately, it wasn’t because Rikkard Ambrose was standing behind me.

‘Maria, it’s really me. It’s me, Lilly! Open up!’

‘My stupid sister has run way! She isn’t here! She can’t be!’

‘I’m back. That happens when people return, you know. And I’m as healthy as a horse. Now open the door!’

For a moment, nothing but silence came from the other side of the door.

‘How do I know this really is Lilly?’ Maria’s suspicious voice finally reached my ears. ‘You sound like her, but—’

‘Open the door this minute, you bloody little nitwit, or I’ll kick it down and stab you with my parasol!’

There was another moment of silence.

‘All right. It is you.’

Slowly, the door creaked open.

‘Lilly! Good God, Lilly, where have you been all this time?’

I waved her question away. ‘Never mind that now. What’s going on here? Where are Uncle and Aunt?’

Maria swallowed.

‘Up in the North of England.’

What? All that bloody anxiety for nothing? I had composed over five different speeches to explain my marriage machinations on the way here, and now it was all for nothing? Crap! ‘Do you think that if they were here we’d still be stuck here? We should have left the city days ago! But you know Uncle Bufford! He left us enough money for water and dried bread crusts, but not for coach tickets out of the city, let alone the rent of a place somewhere safe in the country!’