and hoisted Betsy up. She slipped the iron drain cover aside, then climbed out through the falling water. She reached an arm down on the dry side. âCome on, grab hold and Iâll help you.â
Jarvey turned his back on the rushing water, grabbed Betsyâs outstretched hand, and felt the others boosting him as he kicked and hauled himself up. Betsy was strong, and she did more than her share. Jarvey tried to keep himself curled over the Grimoire, protecting it.
He climbed up into dim light. âWhere are we?â
âCourtyard. Back behind us is where some servants lives. Quiet.â
When they were all up, Betsy led them to some protection from the spear-sharp rain, a carriage house. It had been left carelessly open, and they gratefully huddled inside, hearing the drumming of rain on its roof.
âMill overseers live on this street,â Betsy whispered. âThey ainât so high-and-mighty as Toffs, but they ainât our friends either. I know this family pretty well. They have a daughter my age, and Iâve even talked to her now and again. She thinks Iâm the daughter of a chief tipperââ
Somebody giggled, and Betsy hissed, âStop! Quiet, now.â
âAw, Bets,â someone else said. âIn this rain they couldnât hear a brass band. Weâre safe enough.â
Betsy ignored that. âWeâll stay here a bit, see if the rain eases off. It generally does by midnight. Then weâre not far from some places where we can hole up. Puddler and his bunch have gone to the safest snug, âcause theyâre the youngest. Charleyâs takinâ the others to the butcheriesâI know, I know, it ainât the healthiest snug around, but Charley knows how to get âem in and out safe. Weâre going to break up, so that each of us is in a different place, but weâll be close enough so we can get back together by night. All right?â
Jarvey heard a general, reluctant murmur of consent. His stomach felt fluttery. He hadnât been on his own since that first horrible night, weeks ago. And though Charley had warned him that being with the others didnât necessarily mean he was safe, he didnât like the thought of being on his own in Lunnon, especially not in a place so close to the Toffs.
The pounding rain slackened gradually, and by midnight it had given way to a heavy, drifting drizzle, more of a choking fog than a real shower. They slunk out of their shelter and squelched along. Betsy sent one of the boys into an abandoned stableââThey sold their horse, and they ainât bought another for over a year, so it should be safe if you climb up into the hayloft and keep quiet by day.â Another would hide in the attic of a small restaurant. âYou can climb up onto the porch roof,â Betsy whispered to him. âThen youâll find the ventilator coverâs loose. Be sure to pull it back after you. They never come up there, but thereâs a lot of old pots and pans stacked about, so mind you donât blunder into them. Stay quiet through the day and go out after dark.â
Then she led Jarvey for what felt like miles. âSaved the best for us,â she muttered. ââCept itâs the most dangerous too. Weâre going to stay in a right snooty place, we are. Close to the palace itself.â
âWhat?â Jarvey whispered.
âLook,â Betsy said wearily, âyou were right about the palace. You donât know how to use that book. I donât know. The only one that does is old Nibs. Somethinâ in his house might hold the key, so weâve got to go lookinâ for it. If weâre caught, weâll beâI donât know. Chopped up into pieces and stewed, maybe. But if we stay out dodginâ tippers long enough, youâre going to be taken, and then whatâs the odds?â
âHow far is it?â
âNot far.â
They walked some more, and
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