Yelloweyes, who were sitting by an upturned boat hull. The faces were suspicious, and Harry heard mutterings, snarls. But they fell silent as Daggerbeard rose and walked toward the sack on the table.
The brazierâs flames brightened as he lurched past. Shadows of his bulk slanted around the boathouse. He reached for the sack and emptied it. Feathers, snakeskins, and seeds spilled onto the table. Daggerbeard pointed at the items.
âThe demon curse. Donât you worry; itâll do for its victims.â His voice growled through a thin smile. â The Islanders , I mean.â
Harry narrowed his eyes, and he saw Billie doing the same. His hand tightened on her arm. The fishermen were still motionless, but Daggerbeardâs shadows hurtled around the room as he strode around the circle.
âWeâll free this town of them. Every last one of them!â Daggerbeard growled.
âAbout time! Filthy folk with their dangerous ways!â Yelloweyes glared at the sackâs contents. âWho knows if that stuff of theirs summons demons or not? But once weâve done the job, once weâve tucked it under the floorboards just where Monticelsoâs sleeping, once weâve sent a little note to the New Orleans police telling them where to look, that little sackâll whisk up demons of one kind, just you see!â
âThereâll be rioting in the streets! The Islandersâll be forced to run. No oneâll have a doubt theyâre behind the demon curse, and theyâll be gone. And we know what happens then, donât we?â Daggerbeard swung around. âItâll be ours! Fishermanâs Point!â
Fishermanâs Point. The words echoed around the boathouse. Harry listened to every lingering trace of them, and with each echo, the business became clearer to him. So thatâs whatâs going onâthese men want the Islandersâ land. Huddled behind the net, he watched the fishermen, who had scowls on their faces and were snarling at Daggerbeard and his friend.
âThatâs all very well, but when, eh?â
âThree days ago, you asked for our money. Whatâs happened since?â
âNothing, thatâs what! You tried this plan of yours, and you failed!â
âNow youâre asking for more moneyââ
âSure we are!â Daggerbeard bellowed. âItâs turned out more difficult than we thought, every bit of it! Right from the very startâpickpocketing the keys from one of the city hall servants. Any of you quick enough to do that? First we had to find out where they hung out and smoked their pipes, near that alleyway. Then there was the snatching itself.â From his jacket, he took out a length of fishing line, a tiny hook dangling from it. His burly hand performed a complicated move, flicking the hook away and reeling it back in again. âUsed my fishermanâs skills. Walked past him, dropped the hook into his pocket, and the keys just flew into my hand.â
âBut thatâs not all we got! Information tooâwe eavesdropped on them, hiding in the alleyway,â Yelloweyes added. âThatâs how we learned when the mayor would be taken out of his bedroom for his treatment, leaving us time to do the work. Clever, eh? And then thereâs the charms, getting hold of the charms! The Islanders werenât going to just hand us some, were they?â Yelloweyes jabbed a finger at the items on the table, then reached into his pocket and drew out a leather-bound book. âMayor Monticelsoâs own book, all about those filthy Islanders and their ways! All about their magic too! Wouldnât have been any good to you thoughâmost of you canât even read.â
âAnd you wouldnât have had the guts for what we did next either: going around pretty much every apothecary and Chinese medicine shop in town, shaking them down, searching for the exact items we needed!â
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