Better your uncle were a paper tickler than an historian. They live longer.â
âWhat is a paper tickler?â
âDonât you learn anything out in the Big Sky? Paper ticklerâs a card cheat. They tickle the paper cards to make âem jump.â
âOh . . . right.â Kit thought about his uncle. If he was also in danger, then Kit had better find him fast. He couldnât stand here in an abandoned shop learning new lingo all night. âSo, where do we look for him?â
âNormally, Iâd say we just ask the Blacktail brothers, because they donât miss a trick around here, but we canâtgo back to them. My guess is theyâre still snarling mad and best avoided.â
âWhy should they be mad?
Theyâre
the ones who cheated
me.
â
âBut
youâre
the one who let himself get cheated,â Eeni said. âBetter be more careful in the future.â
âIsnât anybody down here honest?â Kit wondered.
âSure.â Eeni patted Kit on the back. âYou are!â
Kit frowned.
âListen, Kit,â she told him. âHonest fellas around here learn quick to keep quiet. Many an honest fella has disappeared into the sewers for talking too much. Everybody who comes hereâs got a secret. Theyâre either running from someplace or running to someplace or stuck right in this alley with no place else to go. This is home for folks who ainât got a home anyplace else. The Flealess in those buildings all around, they want to get rid of all of us and take the alley for themselves. They terrorize us every chance they get. So the Rabid Rascals help out . . . for a price. Most of them are runaway house pets themselves, and the ones that ainâtâthe Blacktail brothers and the likeâwell, theyâre clever and mean and dangerous too. Folks pay the Rascals for protection, and the Rascals keep the Flealess away. Folks who donât pay, or who make the Rascals mad, well . . .â She gestured at the torn-up shop around them. âBad things happen to âem.â
âWhy are you telling me all this?â
Eeni picked at the frayed seal on her vest. âJust to tell you that folks here ainât all liars; theyâre just . . . circumspect.â
âCircum-what?â
âSpect. Circumspect,â Eeni told him. âMeans that they donât take risks when they donât have to.â
âSo you arenât like other folks down here, then?â said Kit. âTaking a risk to help me out. You arenât so
circumspect
at all.â
âMe?â Eeni shrugged. âIâm just a sucker for an honest fella. Howl to snap.â
âHowl to snap,â Kit repeated, but he felt, of a sudden, circumspect himself, even as he followed Eeni up into the moonlight. âIf we canât ask the Blacktail brothers about Uncle Rik, who are we going to ask?â
Eeni called back over her shoulder as she made her way from the small shop. âWhy, weâre going to ask the Brood, of course!â
Chapter
Nine
THE BROOD
KIT and Eeni popped from beneath a shed just down the narrow lane from where the Blacktail brothers were still at their work, luring in whatever gapers they could find. Their voices carried through the night.
Quick of eye and quick
of paw,
bet some se
eds and win âem allÂ
. . .
Kit glanced nervously in their direction, but Eeni beckoned him with her little hand. âDonât mind about them for now.â She led Kit behind the chicken coop, where a brood of chickens were clucking their nightly gossip.
âI hear that church mouse minister takes a thimbleful of cheese ale daily,â one of the chickens clucked.
âI hear itâs more like two thimbles!â another squawked.
The largest of all the chickens, a big lady sitting on a hearty number of eggs, sang a little tune to the others.
âA thimbl
e of