then Jarvey asked, âWhat is this place weâre going to?â
âPalace has servants, right?â Betsy whispered back. âSome of them, the la-di-dah ones, lives right in the palace, but most donât, cleaninâ maids and that. Well, within a short walk of the palace is a kind of flats blockâyou know what that is, a flats block?â
âWhat we call an apartment house,â Jarvey said. âYes, I know.â
âRight. Well, this one has about a dozen flats in it, for the women servants. Every flat has three girls in it. But itâs like most buildingsâit has an attic, and the attic is empty. And we can stay there because servant girls is superstitious, and from time to time they hear a ghost up there.â
âWhat do you mean, aââ
âOoooooooo,â moaned Betsy, her voice rising and falling.
âOh.â
âCome on. Ainât no way up to the attic from the outside, though you can climb out onto the roof from there and get away in a pinch. Got to go in through the building before first light, when one of âem goes to the pump to fetch water.â
They crept through the night until at last they reached a two-storied house, dark and silent. Ahead of them, gas lights made ruddy wavering circles in the fog. âThe palace gates,â Betsy whispered. âGuards there, but what with the weather and the dark, theyâll pay us no notice. Come with me.â
The stone house lay surrounded by hedges, and Betsy led the way into a narrow clear space between wall and hedge. The front door was at the top of a short flight of six stone steps, and Betsy and Jarvey crouched beside these for what seemed like hours, until Jarveyâs knees began to throb. The fog had just begun to turn a paler shade of gray when lights came on inside the house. A moment later, Jarvey heard the click of the front door being unlocked, and then two girls, each with a yoke over her neck from which dangled two big empty pails, came out, sniffing the morning air.
âGoing to be a wet day,â one of them observed.
âWeâll have to hang the clothes inside, then,â the other returned.
Chatting, the two of them clanked off into the gloom, and as soon as they had gone, Betsy tugged at Jarveyâs sleeve. âNow.â
They climbed over the step rail and ducked inside. The house was as silent as could be. Betsy led Jarvey up a dim stairway, illuminated only by a low gas night-light at each landing. The last stretch of stairs ended at a trapdoor in the ceiling. Betsy shoved at it, and it creaked open. She climbed through it, beckoning Jarvey to follow.
He pulled himself through, and together they let the trapdoor drop down silently. Jarvey fought an urge to sneeze. The air in the attic drifted thick with dust. âDonât move now,â Betsy said. âGet into a comfortable position and stay that way until all the maids leave for the palace.â
He stretched out, more or less, and soon dozed off. He didnât know how long he slept, but when Betsy shook him awake again, he could see. Thin daylight filtered in through ventilators in each gable of the steep roof. It didnât help much. Close to the trapdoor, a rampart of trunks and boxes stood, evidently hauled up to the attic in years past and then forgotten, for all of them wore furry coats of gray dust.
âTheyâre out,â Betsy said. âI think theyâve all gone. Sometimes one of them is sick and stays behind, and then youâve got to be really quiet. Today, though, it sounds like theyâve all left for the palace. Weâll hole up behind the trunks and things. Iâll go down to their kitchens and slenk some food for us.â
âOkay,â agreed Jarvey. He stretched and then explored. If they had everything behind the trunks to themselves, they had most of the attic. It felt warmâwarmer than the old Den in the alley, anywayâand seemed dry
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