Music in the Night (Logan 4)

"Well, when they make you judge and jury, you

can decide that, but for now, you'll sit home instead of

being in class where you need to be the most." Daddy looked to me to see if I could add

anything to clear up the mystery. I just shook my

head.

"I'm tired," Daddy said as soon as we got home.

"I'm going up to bed early tonight."

"I'll send up some supper for you, Jacob,"

Mommy called after him.

The air was so thick with gloom, I thought we'd

have to slice our way through the sadness. May,

locked up in her world of silence, nevertheless sensed

the tension, and sat at Cary's feet, gazing up at him

with big, sad eyes from time to time, which only made him feel more miserable. He skipped supper, too, and

went up to his attic hideaway.

I heard him moving furniture and when I

looked up at my ceiling, I saw he had put something

over the hole. Then he was quiet.

I often went up to Cary's workshop to watch

him work on his models. It was a small room because

of the way the roof slanted, but he had a nice-sized

table where he worked on his model ships. The ships

he had completed were lined up on half a dozen

shelves. He was most proud of his sailing ships, and

they held center stage on each of the shelves. When he'd been silent for over half an hour, I

went up to see him. He sat with his back to me and

continued to work.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A replica of the HMS Victory, the flagship of

the British admiral Horatio Nelson," he said. "I feel