Searching For Treasure (7 page)

A half hour later, Josie was freshly scrubbed and changed, and looking very pretty in another pair of short-shorts, canary yellow this time, and a matching tank-top. She seemed quite embarrassed about her display of temper earlier. "I'm sorry I got all riled at Noah, Miss Parker
.
”

"Don't worry about it
,”
she replied as they headed down the hall from Josie's bathroom, turning into the girl's bedroom. "And I think we know each other well enough that you can drop the 'Miss'. Besides, it kind of makes me feel old maid-ish."

Dana moved to the window and looked down. Josie's bedroom was right above the kitchen and dining area and her window looked out towards the gazebo in the back. Down below, she could see Mark taking giant paces along a string of flagstones partially obscured by the overgrown lawn, making her think of a pirate marking out steps for a treasure map.

The path he was following led to what was only barely recognizable as a structure. She could just make out the remains of a sloped roof and a deteriorating porch made of rough wooden planks. It was dotted with huge gaping holes. "What's that
,”
she asked, pointing.

"That's an old servant cabin. Not much left of it though."

"Cool. I'll have to remember to tell Jack. He'll get a big kick out of poking around."

"Until he disturbs an adder
,”
Josie joked, referring to a poisonous snake common to the area.

"On second thought-"

Josie had her knees pulled up to her chin in a display of flexibility Dana would have been envious of even when she was Josie's age. Josie was biting her lip thoughtfully and looked at Dana with a solemn expression. "I really like him."

She gave the girl the courtesy of not asking whom she meant. "I think he really likes you, too."

"I'm really jealous of you." As non-sequiturs went, this one was a beaut.

"For heavens sake, why?"

"Because of Jack."

Dana felt her jaw drop. She hadn't expected this. "What?" Dana looked heavenward at the hand-painted ceiling above her hoping for a bolt of inspiration on how to handle the remark. Nothing was forthcoming. "Uh-um, I thought we were talking about Noah."

"We were, I mean we are. Oh, you thought-no! I mean, because of you and Jack, the way you are together."

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, but you've lost me."

"I know you two are just supposed to be friends and stuff, but, you know, you're really great together. The way you talk to each other and listen to each other. He likes you. And you like him. And there's a, I guess you'd call it respect." Josie stopped for a moment as she thought about what she'd just said. "Noah's the first guy to treat me the way Jack treats you."

Finally the verbal threads Josie had been trying to weave together started to show a pattern and Dana began to see what this conversation was about. "You mean he treats you with respect."

"Yeah. With most guys it's like I wear this sign that says 'Boneheaded Blonde: Butt & Boobs, But No Brain'. But Noah doesn't treat me that way. Like he doesn't think I'm a twit. I think it's because he has you for a sister and Jack as a friend. He grew up seeing how men and women are supposed to act toward each other."

Dana had never thought about it, but now that she did, she felt that Josie was probably right. Sometimes you can teach more by example than by any other way. She couldn't wait to tell Jack that they'd become a teenage role model for relationships. He'd laugh his head off.

"Noah was taught to respect people, men and women equally. But most of the time respect isn't that freely given. A lot of people expect you to earn it. And respect, like charity, begins at home. You need to learn to respect yourself. Once you can do that, then guys like Noah won't seem so uncommon. Come on; let's see if lunch is ready. I'm starved."

They left the bedroom and headed down the hall towards the second floor landing, passing a door Dana had not noticed before. Josie stopped abruptly. "Miss, I mean, Dana, look. That door is not supposed to be open." Dana moved closer to the door in question, which was ajar about four inches. With the toe of her shoe she pushed it open wider, quite surprised when it moved silently on its hinges. She had expected it to squeak. Beyond it she saw stairs that led upward into nothing but darkness.

"What's up there?" Dana asked.

"This leads to the widow's walk. My great uncle said that the last owner built it to try and make the castle more romantic. But the door is supposed to be sealed. Uncle Oscar doesn't want anyone up there."

Dana vaguely remembered seeing the widow's walk, hanging like an afterthought on the front of the castle close to the top, wrapped with a wrought iron railing. There had been a door, she recalled, set in the back of it.

Light filtering in from the hallway showed years of accumulated dust covering the treads of the stairs ahead of her. She could also see traces of footprints where the dust had been disturbed. "Somebody's been in here. Hello! Anyone up there?" Hearing nothing, after a moment Dana moved forward towards the stairs.

Josie grabbed her arm. "Wait, maybe we shouldn't. It's not supposed to be safe."

But Dana was practically vibrating with excitement. This was right out of her childhood fantasies, a Nancy Drew adventure come to life, exploring a hidden staircase in an old castle. "Somebody's been this way. If we leave the door open, there will be plenty of light to see by." Josie's hand was still clutching her arm and Dana patted it in reassurance. "We'll check each step before we use it. If any of them seem weak or loose, we'll go back, I promise." She linked her fingers with Josie's, surprised to find them cold. She gave them a comforting squeeze. "Think of this as an adventure."

Leading the way and propelled by curiosity, Dana stepped cautiously onto the first step, deliberately placing her foot inside the print in the dust. The shoe that had made the print was much larger than her own, a man's shoe. The impulse to put a sinister meaning to the shoe prints leading her up was very strong. With a rueful chuckle at her own imagination, she told herself they were probably made by Oscar when he had inspected the castle.

Just as she had promised Josie, she tested each step before putting her weight on it. Each one appeared as solid as the last. Halfway up the staircase, Dana thought she could detect a faint light above her. She closed her eyes, trying to remember.
The best that she could recall was there had been no windows in the door that led out onto the widow's walk. That meant whoever had been up here, had left the outside door open.

Someone else had taken these stairs since yesterday.

A slight scuffing sound made her pause. She wasn't able to tell if the sound was above her, below her or right next to her. The hairs on the back of her neck began to stand at attention. Images of spiders, bats and other creepy-crawlies that hid in the shadows flashed through her mind. Holding her breath, she strained her ears for any further sound. The silence seemed to pulse around them.

"Nuts." Dana laughed softly to herself. "I'm getting jumpy in my old age."

But Josie had heard it too, and began to tremble beside her. "Dana, I'm scared."

"There's nothing to be scared of." As if mocking her, the door below them closed with a soft click, cutting off their light.

Josie squeaked in fright and Dana silenced her with a hand across her mouth, although she felt like squeaking, too. She didn't know how she knew it, but somehow she was aware that this wasn't just simply someone passing by and shutting an open door.

The silence seemed to pound at her for what seemed like an eternity until she heard what she had been listening for, what she knew she would hear: a creaking footstep at the bottom of the stair.

Someone was in there with them, someone lurking in silence. The weight of it pressed on her. She wanted to believe it was simply one of their castle mates playing a practical joke, a haunted castle trick. But instinct told her differently. She tried to convince herself that the palpable sense of danger she felt radiating from the bottom of the stairs was simply her imagination and she and Josie were going to look and feel very foolish before long. But she couldn't quite manage it. There was something ominous and threatening about the waiting silence below them.

The second step creaked.

When writers of thrillers would refer to the blood freezing in someone's veins, Dana had always believed that it was just a colorful metaphor. Now she knew exactly what they meant. In fact, her whole body felt frozen. The only thing that still seemed to be working was her heart, which was beating as if it expected to be paid time and a half.

The darkness was suffocating; the only relief was the faint glow above them. Dana could feel perspiration dampening the hair around her face. The Nancy Drew adventure had become a nightmare and the excitement had morphed into fear.

Another step, careful, measured, deliberate. Whoever was down there wanted them to be more than just frightened. He or she wanted them totally terrified. The question was why?

Then amazingly, floating down to them from above, a shout of laughter. Of course, there were people outside.

Dana thought about calling for help, but by the time anyone figured out where they were, it could be too late. Too late for what, she refused to examine. There was only one thing they could do, one place they could go. Dana put her mouth to Josie's ear and whispered, "We have to go up." Josie's body was stiff with fright and she wasn't sure her words had registered. But an instant later, she shook her head, a short choppy movement. Keeping it simple, Dana tried again. "Up. People outside. They can help us."

Finally Josie nodded. Dana removed her hand and began heading up the stairs as quickly as she dared. Thankfully, Josie followed her.

The light from above increased rapidly but so did the pace of the footsteps ascending towards them, which soon quickened into a trot. The only consolation was that whoever was down there had even less light than they did. She hoped.

Soon there was enough daylight filtering in to see their way clearly. Taking a deep breath, she yelled, "Run!" The sound of the single shouted word after so many minutes of strained silence was like a body blow. Dana tore up the steps, praying that Josie was following. The sound of her feet pounding the old wood, the sound of her breath in her ears drowned out all other sounds. Their pursuer could've been right behind them or could've given up and gone home. She had no way of knowing.

The door was directly ahead of her, partially open. She could see it and a section of the roof the walk was anchored to. She picked up her pace, desperate to get outside. For some reason the site of their goal so near, instead of reassuring her, kicked her fear up a notch from desperate to panicked. She had to get out into the open air. She had to get to the daylight where it was safe.

Dana flung herself through the door. The walk was narrower than she had imagined and with no room to stop, she slammed into the metal railing. She felt it move under her hands.

Before she could pull back, Josie raced through the doorway a split second behind her, colliding at a dead run into Dana's back. With a bone-chilling shriek of ripping metal, the railing gave way and they pitched forward into empty space.

Dana didn't have time to scream before she felt her body wrench and slap against hard, unforgiving metal. Somehow she had managed to hook her right arm around a curved section of the elaborately designed ironwork, which by some miracle was still stubbornly clinging to the castle at one end. In desperation, Josie had grabbed Dana around the waist as they fell. The railing shuddered and swayed with their weight.

Her mind in shock, Dana couldn't quite grasp that they hadn't fallen the three or so stories to the ground below. Her right arm was bearing the brunt of their weight, her left hand clutching the rail in a death's grip. Her body felt pulled and stretched, and her arms strained with Josie's weight dragging on her. The harsh metal bit into her skin painfully and she felt an iron flower piercing her cheek.

In mindless panic, Josie began kicking and thrashing her feet, her mouth pressed against Dana's belly in a silent scream. The hanging metal vibrated cruelly.

"Josie, for God's sake, be still!" She could vaguely make out shouting and the sounds of confusion somewhere underneath them. "Somebody help us!"

"Oh, God, I'm slipping!" Fear giving her strength, Josie's arms tightened around Dana's middle, making it harder to breathe.

She didn't know how long they hung there. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Then Rose's voice, as calm and as unruffled as if she'd been asking for the salt, sailed up to surround them with sanity. "All right, Josie, we're going to catch you now. You can let go."

The terrified girl sucked in her breath and let it out in a single sob. "I can't."

Oscar's voice, only slightly less calm than Rose's had been, followed. "Yes, you can. Josie. Please, you have to trust us. We'll catch you. Let go."

Dana couldn't see what was happening below her. The metal against her face and the blue Sky behind it took up her whole field of vision. Her senses had heightened painfully. The Sky seemed too bright to her eyes, the smell of rust in her nostrils too pungent, and Rose's voice was too clear in her ears.

Josie was gasping huge painful breaths now and if possible was squeezing her even tighter. "Josie, please
,”
she cried. "My arm feels like it's breaking. I can't hold us anymore." Josie released her hold.