happened.
âAgain,â Jenny insisted. Her eyes were starting to brim with tears.
Allie watched the glass as it glided from letter to letter. âGenies, help us save Ahmed.â
They waited. The glass remained on the âD.â Jenny sighed.
âWeâll try it again.â
âIf it hasnât worked the first three times, we can sit here until morning for all the good it will do,â Marilyn snapped.
âIf we have to, we will,â Jenny said.
âWell, stop playing games,â Marilyn said rudely. âThe first letter G is on the other side of the board.â
Jenny grabbed for the pencil with her free hand. âItâs moving! Spell out the letters as the glass touches them.â
âItâs garbage,â Marilyn groaned as the glass slid along the letters ROHCNA.â
âShut up and concentrate,â Jenny ordered. âThey might be in reverse like the first message.â
âAnchor,â Allie said. â AN AS CLOTHES. â
âMastersons Bob use,â interpreted Marilyn as the glass pulled their fingers across the board to each letter.
âUse Bob Masterton's clothes as an anchor,â Allie said. âWeâve got it!â
âHeâs not a ship,â Marilyn protested as they stood up and headed for the door.
âTo anchor him here,â Allie whispered. âKeep your voice down. We donât want to wake anyone.â
They crept along the passage and down the three steps that led to the lower part of the house. It was very dark. The floorboards creaked, but no one appeared to challenge them sneaking along the passage in the middle of the night.
They reached the last room along the passage before the laundry. Allie opened it quietly.
âIn you come,â she whispered. âI'll turn the light on.â
She shut the door and clicked the light on. Ahmedâs body was flat under the bed covers. Even his head had become a flat oval, with the flattened face and his staring eyes still gazing upwards. The skin was an even brighter glowing green. To heighten the effect of a cardboard cut-out figure was the fact he wasnât breathing!
âHeâs carked it on us!â Marilyn gasped.
âHeâs still here, isnât he?â Allie snapped as she opened the wardrobe door.
Inside hung a bright purple sports jacket, dark brown pants, and a white silk shirt. A pair of cream, leather, slip-on shoes sat neatly on the bottom of the wardrobe. She got them out and turned to the bed.
Marilyn was checking out drawers. âTwo singlets, two pair of orange striped underpants, three pair of socks, and three check handkerchiefs,â she reported.
Jenny pulled back the bedclothes and unbuttoned the checked shirt.
âYouâre going to undress him,â Allie protested.
âAnd put him in Mr. Mastertonâs clothes,â Jenny whispered sharply. âI think the clothes should be touching his body to work.â
The three of them held the flat cardboard body carefully. Ahmed was now as light as the cardboard he looked like, and they were terrified they might bend or break him as they buttoned on the loose fitting clothes. Beneath his jeans and check shirt he wore the white cotton sarong he had arrived in.
At last he was covered in the brown pants, socks, leather slip-on shoes, and the thick purple sports jacket. They lowered his body carefully back on the bed, and pulled up the bed covers.
âCover his hands and head with the spare handkerchiefs,â Jenny suggested.
âHow long before it works, do you think?â Marilyn whispered as they waited around the bed.
âMaybe he will be okay by the morning,â Allie whispered.
Jenny nudged her and pointed to the handkerchief over the face. It was moving up and down gently. Ahmed was breathing!
Allie leaned forward and moved the handkerchief from his face. Ahmedâs dark eyes swivelled around to look at her out of the bright green