Skulduggery Pleasant. Derek Landy

it back, sure, but…”

      “So you don’t need it, like, so you can rest in peace?”

      “No. No, not really.”

      “Why did they take it? Was that another warning?”

      “Oh, no,” Skulduggery said with a little laugh. “No, they didn’t take it. I was sleeping, about ten or fifteen years ago, and these little goblin things ran up and nicked it right off my spinal column. Didn’t notice it was gone till the next morning.”

      Stephanie frowned. “And you didn’t feel that?”

      “Well, like I said, I was asleep. Meditating, I suppose you’d call it. I can’t see, hear or feel anything when I’m meditating. Have you tried it?”

      “No.”

      “It’s very relaxing. I think you’d like it.”

      “I’m sorry, I’m still stuck on you losing your head.”

      “I didn’t lose it,” he said defensively. “It was stolen.”

      Stephanie was feeling stronger now. She couldn’t believe that she’d fainted. Fainted. It was such an old woman thing to do. She glanced up at Skulduggery. “You’ve had a very unusual life, haven’t you?”

      “I suppose I have. Not over yet though. Well, technically it is, but…”

      “Isn’t there anything you miss?”

      “About what?”

      “About living.”

      “Compared to how long I’ve been like this, I was only technically alive for a blink of an eye. I can’t really remember enough about having a beating heart in my chest to miss it.”

      “So there’s nothing you miss?”

      “I… I suppose I miss hair. I miss how it… was. And how it was there, on top of my head. I suppose I miss my hair.” He took out his pocket watch and his head jerked back. “Wow, look at the time. I’ve got to go, Stephanie.”

      “Go? Go where?”

      “Things to do, I’m afraid. Number one is finding out why that nice gentleman was sent here, and number two is finding out who sent him.”

      “You can’t leave me alone,” she said, following him into the living room.

      “Yes,” he corrected, “I can. You’ll be perfectly safe.”

      “The front door’s off!”

      “Well, yes. You’ll be perfectly safe as long as they don’t come through the front door.”

      He pulled on his coat but she snatched his hat away.

      “Are you taking my hat hostage?” he asked doubtfully.

      “You’re either staying here to make sure no one else attacks me or you’re taking me with you.”

      Skulduggery froze. “That,” he said eventually, “wouldn’t be too safe for you.”

      “Neither would being left here on my own.”

      “But you can hide,” he said, gesturing around the room. “There’s so many places to hide. I’m sure there are plenty of good solid wardrobes your size. Even under a bed. You’d be surprised how many people don’t check under beds these days.”

      “Mr Pleasant—”

      “Skulduggery, please.”

      “Skulduggery, you saved my life tonight. Are you going to undo all that effort by leaving me here so someone else can come along and just kill me?”

      “That’s a very defeatist attitude you’ve got there. I once knew a fellow, a little older than you. He wanted to join me in my adventures, wanted to solve mysteries that beggared belief. He kept asking, kept on at me about it. He finally proved himself, after a long time, and we became partners.”

      “And did you go on to have lots of exciting adventures?”

      “I did. He didn’t. He died on our very first case together. Horrible death. Messy too. Lots of flailing around.”

      “Well, I don’t plan on dying any time soon and I’ve got something he didn’t.”

      “And that is…?”

      “Your hat. Take me with you or I’ll stand on it.”

      Skulduggery looked at her with his big hollow eye sockets, then held out his hand for his hat. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

       5

      MEETING CHINA SORROWS

      

kulduggery Pleasant’s car was a 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental, one of only 208 ever made, a car that housed a six-cylinder, 4.5-litre engine, and was retro-fitted with central locking, climate control, satellite navigation and a host of other modern conveniences. Skulduggery told Stephanie all of this when she asked. She’d have been happy with, “It’s a Bentley.”

      They left Gordon’s land via a back road at the rear of the estate to avoid the flooding, a road that Stephanie hadn’t even noticed until they were on it. Skulduggery told her he was a regular visitor here, and knew all the little nooks and crannies. They passed a sign for Haggard and she thought about asking him to drop her home, but quickly banished that idea from her head. If she went home now she’d be turning her back on everything she’d just seen. She needed to know more. She needed to see more.

      “Where are we going?” she asked as they drove on.

      “Into the city. I’ve got a meeting with an old friend. She might be able to shed some light on recent events.”

      “Why were you at the house?”

      “Sorry?”

      “Tonight. Not that I’m not grateful, but how come you happened to be nearby?”

      “Ah,” he said, nodding. “Yes, I can see how that question would arise.”

      “So are you going to answer it?”

      “That’s unlikely.”

      “Well, why not?”

      He glanced at her, or at least he turned his head a fraction. “The less you know about all this, the better. You’re a perfectly normal young lady, and after tonight, you’re going to return to your perfectly normal life. It wouldn’t do for you to get too involved in this.”

      “But I am involved.”

      “But we can limit that involvement.”

      “But I don’t want to limit that involvement.”

      “But it’s what’s best for you.”

      “But I don’t want that!”

      “But it might—”

      “Don’t start another sentence with ‘but’.”

      “Right. Sorry.”

      “You can’t expect me to forget about all of this. I’ve seen magic and fire and you, and I’ve learned about wars they don’t tell us about in school. I’ve seen a world I never even knew existed.”

      “Don’t you want to get back to that world? It’s safer there.”

      “That’s not where I belong.”

      Skulduggery