Monster Mission

He looked at the benches where Minette’s parents and Fabio’s grandparents were sitting. Then he called them out one by one, and to each of them he said: ‘Have you ever been asked for a single penny by either of these ladies?’

And crossly, peevishly, they admitted that they had not.

‘In that case, your honour, it is my opinion that no kidnap took place.’

The jury were out for six hours and during the whole of this time Fabio and Minette absolutely refused to leave the building.

‘We’re staying till they bring in the verdict,’ said Fabio—and nothing the police or the social workers or anyone else could say would move them.

So they sat on hard chairs in an office behind the courtroom and waited. They were so tired they could hardly stop themselves from slipping to the ground but they did it. It was like keeping watch when someone was ill or dying; it had to be done.

It was after midnight before the jury returned and everybody filed back into the courtroom.

‘Have you reached a verdict?’ asked the judge, leaning down from his box.

‘We have, my lord,’ replied the foreman in a solemn voice.

‘And do you find the defendants guilty or not guilty?’

There had never been such silence. Not a breath was heard in the court; not a rustle …

The foreman raised his head.

‘Not guilty.’

Oddly it was not Minette but Fabio who burst into tears.

Chapter Twenty-Four

The Island had never looked more beautiful. The sea sparkled and danced, the sun shone through the green crests on the waves; and on the hill the blossoming gorse was a mass of gold.

The children had been allowed to come up for a week to say goodbye. Minette had to go back to her parents, but Fabio’s mother was taking him back to South America. She had read about the trial and about Fabio’s school and she no longer thought that her son needed to grow up as an English gentleman.

So it should have been a really sad farewell, but it wasn’t because the aunts had called them into the dining room the day they came and shown them an important-looking document covered in red seals.

‘It’s our will,’ they said.

The children started to read it but they couldn’t make head nor tail of it and in the end Etta said: ‘What it says is that we have left you the Island. To both of you jointly. When we die the Island will be yours.’

They had stood round them; all the aunts—Etta and Coral and Myrtle and Dorothy—and nodded in a pleased way.

‘We know that you will regard it as a Sacred Trust,’ they said.

The children could hardly believe it at first. It was too big to take in: the thought that the Island would one day be theirs, and they could live on it and care for it, and be together. It made the years in between seem unimportant. Minette was not so frightened now of her parents’ moods—and they were trying to behave better. Time would go quickly—very soon now she and Fabio would return and their real lives would begin.

‘Will you manage the work till we come back?’ Fabio asked and they said, yes they would because Dorothy had decided to stay. She thought it was time to hang up her wok and she had decided to breed piranha fish in a tank so that if any more Sprotts came to the Island she could see them off.

As for Herbert, he went on making himself useful as he had done ever since they escaped from the Hurricane. He polished the napkin rings and tidied Art’s cutlery drawer and ordered some bedroom slippers for the Sybil from a catalogue.

But most of all he went on helping Myrtle. He showed her how to keep her hair tidy in a net, he stuck her loose sheet music together with Sellotape and every single morning and every single evening he saw that she put on Aunt Etta’s bloomers and her rubber ring and had her swimming lesson in the sea.

All the same, Fabio and Minette, who had not seen him since before the trial, felt that Herbert had changed. He seemed to be working too hard, as though he was afraid of what might happen if he did not keep busy, and sometimes they caught him gazing out of the window with a strange look in his large brown eyes.

‘He’s homesick,’ Myrtle whispered to the children. ‘He misses the sea.’

The children were very upset. Herbert, after all, had saved their lives.

‘Isn’t there anything that can be done?’ asked Fabio.

Aunt Myrtle sighed. ‘He could be turned back into a seal,’ she said slowly. ‘There is a way.’

‘Not a knife?’ said Minette, horrified.

‘No. That might work but…’ She shook her head. ‘The mermaids say that if one weeps seven tears over a selkie when the moon is rising … Seven human tears …’

‘But could you bear it?’ asked Minette. ‘I mean, he’s your friend.’

Myrtle looked down at her Wellington boots. ‘I could… bear it,’ she said, biting her lip, ‘if it is the right thing to do. One can always bear what is right.’

So they went to the other aunts and had a meeting and then they went to find Herbert who was cleaning the windows of the sitting room.

‘Herbert, we want you to tell us the truth,’ said Aunt Etta. ‘Were you happier as a seal? Do you want to return?’