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       The Hidden Way

      HARVEY SAID nothing about his peculiar visitor to either his Mum or his Dad, in case they put locks on the windows to stop Rictus returning to the house. But the trouble with keeping the visit a secret was that after a few days Harvey began to wonder if he’d imagined the whole thing. Perhaps he’d fallen asleep at the window, he thought, and Rictus had simply been a dream.

      He kept hoping nevertheless. ‘Watch for me,’ Rictus had said, and Harvey did just that. He watched from the window of his room. He watched from his desk at school. He even watched with one eye when he was lying on his pillow at night. But Rictus didn’t show up.

      And then, about a week after that first visit, just as Harvey’s hope was waning, his watchfulness was rewarded. On his way to school one foggy morning he heard a voice above his head, and looked up to see Rictus floating down from the clouds, his coat swelled up around him so that he looked fatter than a prize pig.

      ‘Howya doin’?’ he said, as he descended.

      ‘I was starting to think I’d invented you,’ Harvey replied. ‘You know, like a dream.’

      ‘I get that a lot,’ Rictus said, his smile wider than ever. ‘Particularly from the ladies. You’re a dream come true, they say.’ He winked. ‘And who am I to argue? You like my shoes?’

      Harvey looked down at Rictus’ bright blue shoes. They were quite a sight, and he said so.

      ‘I got given ’em by my boss,’ Rictus said. ‘He’s very happy you’re coming to visit. So, are you ready?’

      ‘Well …’

      ‘It’s no use wasting time,’ Rictus said. ‘There may not be room for you tomorrow.’

      ‘Can I just ask one question?’

      ‘I thought we agreed—’

      ‘I know. But just one.’

      ‘All right. One.’

      ‘Is this place far from here?’

      ‘Nah. It’s just across town.’

      ‘So I’d only be missing a couple of hours of school?’

      ‘That’s two questions,’ Rictus said.

      ‘No, I’m just thinking out loud.’

      Rictus grunted. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’m not here to do a great song and dance persuading you. I’ve got a friend called Jive does that. I’m just a smiler. I smile, and I say: come with me to the Holiday House, and if folks don’t want to come—’ He shrugged. ‘Hey, it’s their hard luck.’

      With that, he turned his back on Harvey.

      ‘Wait!’ Harvey protested. ‘I want to come. But just for a little while.’

      ‘You can stay as long as you like,’ Rictus said. ‘Or as little. All I want to do is take that glum expression off your face and put one of these up there.’ His grin grew even larger. ‘Is there any crime in that?’

      ‘No,’ said Harvey. ‘That’s no crime. I’m glad you found me. I really am.’

      So what if he missed all of the morning at school, he thought, it’d be no great loss. Maybe an hour or two of the afternoon as well. As long as he was back home by three. Or four. Certainly before dark.

      ‘I’m ready to go,’ he said to Rictus. ‘Lead the way.’

      MILLSAP, THE TOWN in which Harvey had lived all his life, wasn’t very big, and he thought he’d seen just about all of it over the years. But the streets he knew were soon behind them, and though Rictus was setting a fair speed Harvey made sure he kept a mental list of landmarks along the way, in case he had to find his way home on his own. A butcher’s shop with two pigs’ heads hanging from hooks; a church with a yard full of old tombs beside it; the statue of some dead general, covered from hat to stirrups in pigeon-dung: all these sights and more he noted and filed away.

      And while they walked, Rictus kept up a stream of idle chatter.

      ‘I hate the fog! Just hate it!’ he said. ‘And there’ll be rain by noon. We’ll be out of it, of course …’ He went on from talk of rain to the state of the streets. ‘Look at this rubbish, all over the pavement! It’s shameful! And the mud! It’s making a fine old mess of my shoes!’

      He had plenty more to say, but

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