to snake oil,â he muttered darkly. âNever should have changed to electricity in the first place.â
Lucy and Pete shrank back against the wall, giving him a wide berth.
âWhat was that about?â Lucy asked. âWhatâs snake oil?â
âFor the lamps,â Pete said. âItâs cheaper than electric. I guess weâre turning off the power.â He was about to say more when Anya came bustling by with a tray of coffee and sandwiches.
âThank goodness youâre back,â she said breathlessly. âTheyâre in a state.â
âAnya!â called Gordon from his study.
âComing!â the cook replied and hurried off.
Lucy and Pete followed after her.
The door to the study was open, and Lucy could hear Dotâs agitated voice as well as Gordonâs defeated replies. They were standing in a small room decorated rather severely with gloomy landscape paintings and dark wood furnishings.
âHe was growing it, Gordon. Right here. On our land!â Dot was standing over a desk, rifling through an explosion of papers. Two livid spots stood out on her thin cheeks.
âLetâs be calm,â Gordon said, pacing behind her. âIâm sure he wouldnât do any such thing.â
Dotâs voice got high and shrill as she bent down to read. âItâs all here. Written down. Pages and pages of notes about how it grows. Look, it says here,
Rust is a fungus. Iâve managed to grow it and study it in a controlled environment.
â
Lucy stepped closer. Pages and pages of notesâthat had to be her fatherâs research.
Gordon coughed. âHe does say
controlled.
â
âIt doesnât matter!â Dot, her head down, hadnât noticed Lucyâs approach. âHe brought this on us,â she said despairingly. âWe should never have let him anywhere near us. And to thinkâwe took in his
child.
â
Lucyâs stomach churned as she realized Dot was talking about her.
Dot looked up and at that moment saw Lucy. But she didnât apologize. Instead the sight of Lucy seemed to push her past some final barrier of rage. âYour father has ruined us!â
It was as though sheâd been slapped. For a moment Lucy was numb, unable to speak. She put a hand on one of the roomâs high-backed chairs. âWhat do you mean?â
âHis experiments.â Dot thrust out a notebook in front of her.
Gordon looked at Lucy unhappily. âI was searching for some papers relating to our land deeds and I happened to look through your fatherâs notebooks. He grew Rust on our land and now itâs spread to our neighborsâ as well.â
Lucy felt as if a block of ice had settled in her chest. Her father never would have done anything to hurt someone. And people were always grateful for his work. Sometimes they might pooh-pooh his ideas or methods. But heâd never been accused of anything like this.
âThose notes are his research for a cure,â Lucy said. She looked at Peteâwhoâd come to stand beside herâhoping for corroboration. But he was stock-still, a look of anguish on his face.
âWeâre lucky heâs disappeared then,â Dot said in fury. âAny more of his cure and the whole forest would be gone.â
âDorothea,â Gordon said, reaching for his wife. âSheâs just a child. She had nothing to do with this.â
But Lucy had heard enough. Anything said against her father was as good as said against her.
âHe was trying to help!â she cried. She knocked into Pete as she turned, storming from the room. She slammed the front door behind her and had the satisfaction of hearing the windows rattle.
And then she was running, running with such fury she didnât know where she was going, just away.
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For some time Lucy simply crashed and ran, pell-mell, into the woods. Thereâd been a path, of sorts,