A to Z Mysteries: The Deadly Dungeon by Ron Roy and John Steven Gurney Page B
Authors: Ron Roy and John Steven Gurney
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“Dink, come in here!” Josh called.
Dink wandered into the bathroom.
“Listen,” Josh said. He had his ear against one of the bathroom walls.
“What’re you doing?” asked Dink.
Josh made a shushing sound. “I thought I heard something!”
“What’s going on?” Ruth Rose said as she came into the room.
“Josh thought he heard something behind the wall,” Dink said.
Ruth Rose grinned. “It must be the ghost of Emory Scott. He’s just waiting for you two to fall asleep tonight!”
Just then they heard Wallis’s voice. “Come and get it!” she called. Theyraced down to the kitchen.
Wallis was packing a basket. “It’s such a great day, I thought we’d have a picnic on the beach,” she said.
“Cool!” Josh said. “Can we go fishing there sometime?”
Wallis nodded. “Ask Walker if you can borrow some gear. In fact, he’s taking you lobstering tomorrow.”
“Awesome!” Josh yelled.
Wallis smiled. “You won’t think so at four-thirty tomorrow morning.”
Dink and Josh each grabbed one end of the picnic basket. Wallis handed Ruth Rose a blanket, then led them to the back of the castle and through another gate.
“Great view, isn’t it?” Wallis said. “The first time I saw this place, I knew I had to do my writing here.”
Dink took a deep breath of the sea air. Small boats made colorful dotsagainst the blue ocean. “It’s really nice,” he said.
Josh peered nervously over the cliff. “How do we get down?”
Wallis laughed. “See there? I had steps built. But poor Emory Scott! You remember that marble fireplace and that massive chandelier? Every piece came from Europe by boat. Goodness knows how he got them up this cliff!”
Suddenly a scream burst from the castle behind them.
Dink nearly dropped his end of the picnic basket. The skin on his arms erupted into a thousand goose bumps.
Wallis glanced back and grinned. “Dink, Josh, Ruth Rose, allow me to introduce…the ghost of Emory Scott!”
Chapter 3
The kids stared at Wallis in silence.
She winked at them. “Don’t worry, that’s just his way of saying hello. Shall we go down?”
The kids glanced at each other, then followed Wallis down the wooden stairs. At the bottom they found a small, sandy beach.
Dink and Josh set the basket in the shade of some boulders while Wallis and Ruth Rose spread the blanket.
“Look! A cave!” Josh said, pointing at a tunnel at the bottom of the cliff. The sea snaked into the dark hole, making a narrow river.
“How far does it go in?” Josh asked, peering into the black space.
“I don’t know,” Wallis said. “Walkertold me that it’s full of bats.”
They picnicked on chicken sandwiches, apples, chocolate chip cookies, and cold lemonade. Wallis pointed down the shoreline. “Walker’s house is beyond those trees.”
“Where is he?” asked Dink.
“Out on his boat,” Wallis said, waving a cookie at the ocean. “His lobster pots are scattered over about a half mile of very deep water.”
“How does he find them?” Josh asked.
Wallis wiped her fingers on a paper napkin. “Well, he has a good compass aboard
Lady Luck
— that’s his boat—and he knows the water.”
After their picnic, Wallis put everything back into the basket. “Ready for a walk?”
They hiked along the rocky beach. Ruth Rose poked into tide pools andpicked up shells. Josh hung his sneakers around his neck and waded along the shore.
“Better watch out for lobsters,” Dink teased. “They like smelly toes.”
Josh grinned and splashed Dink.
Rounding a curve in the shoreline, Wallis pointed. “There’s Walker’s place.”
It was a gray cottage with a red roof, surrounded by dune grass and sand.
Just then they heard a shout. Dink looked around and saw someone waving from the end of a dock.
Wallis waved back. “Kids, come and meet our friend Ripley Pearce.”
They walked out on the dock toward a long green boat tied at the end. The boat’s brass and wood trim gleamed
“Dink, come in here!” Josh called.
Dink wandered into the bathroom.
“Listen,” Josh said. He had his ear against one of the bathroom walls.
“What’re you doing?” asked Dink.
Josh made a shushing sound. “I thought I heard something!”
“What’s going on?” Ruth Rose said as she came into the room.
“Josh thought he heard something behind the wall,” Dink said.
Ruth Rose grinned. “It must be the ghost of Emory Scott. He’s just waiting for you two to fall asleep tonight!”
Just then they heard Wallis’s voice. “Come and get it!” she called. Theyraced down to the kitchen.
Wallis was packing a basket. “It’s such a great day, I thought we’d have a picnic on the beach,” she said.
“Cool!” Josh said. “Can we go fishing there sometime?”
Wallis nodded. “Ask Walker if you can borrow some gear. In fact, he’s taking you lobstering tomorrow.”
“Awesome!” Josh yelled.
Wallis smiled. “You won’t think so at four-thirty tomorrow morning.”
Dink and Josh each grabbed one end of the picnic basket. Wallis handed Ruth Rose a blanket, then led them to the back of the castle and through another gate.
“Great view, isn’t it?” Wallis said. “The first time I saw this place, I knew I had to do my writing here.”
Dink took a deep breath of the sea air. Small boats made colorful dotsagainst the blue ocean. “It’s really nice,” he said.
Josh peered nervously over the cliff. “How do we get down?”
Wallis laughed. “See there? I had steps built. But poor Emory Scott! You remember that marble fireplace and that massive chandelier? Every piece came from Europe by boat. Goodness knows how he got them up this cliff!”
Suddenly a scream burst from the castle behind them.
Dink nearly dropped his end of the picnic basket. The skin on his arms erupted into a thousand goose bumps.
Wallis glanced back and grinned. “Dink, Josh, Ruth Rose, allow me to introduce…the ghost of Emory Scott!”
Chapter 3
The kids stared at Wallis in silence.
She winked at them. “Don’t worry, that’s just his way of saying hello. Shall we go down?”
The kids glanced at each other, then followed Wallis down the wooden stairs. At the bottom they found a small, sandy beach.
Dink and Josh set the basket in the shade of some boulders while Wallis and Ruth Rose spread the blanket.
“Look! A cave!” Josh said, pointing at a tunnel at the bottom of the cliff. The sea snaked into the dark hole, making a narrow river.
“How far does it go in?” Josh asked, peering into the black space.
“I don’t know,” Wallis said. “Walkertold me that it’s full of bats.”
They picnicked on chicken sandwiches, apples, chocolate chip cookies, and cold lemonade. Wallis pointed down the shoreline. “Walker’s house is beyond those trees.”
“Where is he?” asked Dink.
“Out on his boat,” Wallis said, waving a cookie at the ocean. “His lobster pots are scattered over about a half mile of very deep water.”
“How does he find them?” Josh asked.
Wallis wiped her fingers on a paper napkin. “Well, he has a good compass aboard
Lady Luck
— that’s his boat—and he knows the water.”
After their picnic, Wallis put everything back into the basket. “Ready for a walk?”
They hiked along the rocky beach. Ruth Rose poked into tide pools andpicked up shells. Josh hung his sneakers around his neck and waded along the shore.
“Better watch out for lobsters,” Dink teased. “They like smelly toes.”
Josh grinned and splashed Dink.
Rounding a curve in the shoreline, Wallis pointed. “There’s Walker’s place.”
It was a gray cottage with a red roof, surrounded by dune grass and sand.
Just then they heard a shout. Dink looked around and saw someone waving from the end of a dock.
Wallis waved back. “Kids, come and meet our friend Ripley Pearce.”
They walked out on the dock toward a long green boat tied at the end. The boat’s brass and wood trim gleamed
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