“I haven’t been able to find out a thing!” the professor said.
Molly and I were in the living room of his house, a nice little house near the college. The professor was wearing a wizard robe and one of those pointy wizard hats with stars and moons on it. When we asked him it turned out it didn’t have any special significance–he just wore the robe around the house because it was comfortable, and the hat came with it, and kept his head warm.
“Not a thing?”
“Well, nothing I didn’t know already–there is mention of Spookhuizen here and there, but no records, nothing about exactly where it was built, or that it still stands. And the same with Alexandra Van Dood. There was such a person, but I found nothing about her as a ghost. I’ve been all through three libraries, looked through newspaper records, phoned librarians in New York City and Washington, D.C., and haven’t found a scrap.”
“Well we found out something,” I said.
“You did?”
We told the professor all about our visit to Spookhuizen, and the beautiful, fuzzy, made-you-feel-wonderful, flying…somethings, and how they may have gone into the house.
“Now you see the limitations of professors like me,” the professor said. “I looked in books, and you girls went and looked at an actual something. Well done! Very well done!”
“What now?” I asked.
“Well, it’s interesting, isn’t it?” Professor Tag said. “I suppose I could write a small article about it, but maybe not. People look askance at those who are interested in flying saucers. It’s the sort of thing that would emphasize that I’m crazy, which I am–but why do things that call more attention to it?”
“But I want to know more about those flying things we saw,” I said. “It’s very important to me.”
“It is? Why?”
“I don’t know. I just know I felt something when we were watching them. I can’t describe it, but it was important.”
Molly was smiling.
“In that case, now we know what has to be done!” Professor Tag said.
“We do?”
“Of course we do!”
“What? What has to be done?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Um, not quite. Tell us.”
“We have to get a look inside the house.”
“Inside Spookhuizen?”
“Where else?”
“But it’s spooky and scary.”
“We’ll go in the daytime. It’s not as scary then, is it?”
“Maybe not _as_.”
“If you need to know, you need to know. Did you feel that the things you saw were scary?”
“Just the opposite. But the house is.”
“Things are scary until you know what they are. I’ll just go and change clothes.”
“Wait! We’re going now?”
“Why not? No time like the present. Besides, aren’t you a little hungry? I’ll treat you both to apple fritters and coffee.”
Professor Tag ran into his bedroom, and emerged in a few minutes wearing short pants, boots, knee socks, a jacket with a lot of pockets and a pith helmet. It was one of those African explorer outfits.
“Who are you supposed to be this time?” I asked.
“Professor Tag!” Professor Tag said. “This is my usual costume for field work and expeditions. See? I have pockets for notebooks, lots of pencils, a tape measure, a compass, a waterproof pocket for my lunch.”
“What exactly are you a professor of, Professor?” I asked.
“Classical Accountancy. I specialize in Dynastic Egyptian bookkeeping.”
“And you go on field trips and expeditions requiring all that gear?”
The professor was putting his arms through the straps of a rucksack. “You’d be surprised,” he said. “A classical accountant must be ready for every kind of emergency.”
The first emergency, or what I thought was an emergency, happened when we arrived at the old stone barn. We went through as usual–there were the scary-looking beech trees, making a long corridor, and at the end…no house!
“Where is it?” I asked.
“Where is what?” the professor asked.
“The house!”
“What do you mean?” Molly asked.
“I mean it isn’t there! There is no house where the house was!”
“What are you talking about? There is the house, just where it always was.”
“No it isn’t! Yes it is!” The house was there, just like before.
“But, just now there was no house there!” I said.
“I didn’t see no house,” the professor said. “And I do not mean that in an ungrammatical way.”
“I didn’t not neither,” Molly said. “And I do.”
“Well that is strange,” I said. “It wasn’t and now it is.”
“A trick of the light, no doubt,” the professor said. “Now, let’s go have a look at it.”
“We’re going to go inside?” I asked.
“At least we’ll have a peek through the windows,” the professor said. “Let’s approach.”
We began walking along the long beech-lined driveway toward the house. It was quite a long driveway. And it turned out to be even longer than it first appeared. We walked and walked, and the house didn’t seem any nearer.
We walked some more.
And some more after that.
“You know, we don’t seem to be getting any nearer,” I said.
“We’re not,” Molly said. “How can that be?”
“Another trick of the light, perhaps,” the professor said. “It may be like a Japanese garden, the landscape is cleverly laid out so the spaces seem large and the distances greater than they are. Only in this case, it’s done so a great distance seems small. If the trees near the house were larger than the trees at the far end of the drive, for example, it might make them seem closer.”
“So you’re saying the house is further than it seems, and someone made it so the distance would seem less? Why would anyone do that?” I asked.
“Why does anyone do anything?” the professor asked. “Let’s walk faster, and see if we seem to be making any progress.”
We walked faster. We walked faster yet. We trotted. We ran. When we looked behind us, there was a long line of trees. When we looked forward, the house appeared to be just as far away as when we first started.
“It’s no use,” Molly said. “We can’t get near the place.”
“It has to be moving away from us as we approach,” I said. “Did you ever hear of such a thing?”
“And don’t forget, when we first came here you didn’t see it at all, and a moment later, when Molly and I looked, it was there and we all saw it. I am thinking you looked first, Audrey, and it hadn’t arrived yet. And a moment later, it had!” the professor was making a note in his notebook.
“OK, I have an idea,” I said. “What do you think would happen if we found out the boundaries of the property, left it completely, found our way around to the other side, and approached the house from that direction? What do you think would happen then?”
Molly and the professor looked at me. “We could try it, if we wanted to be thorough and scientific,” the professor said. “But I think we all know what would happen.”
“The same thing,” I said.
“I agree,” Molly said.
“So, what are we going to do,” I asked. “Give up on getting close to the house?”
“Well, now that we know it doesn’t want us to get close, I want to all the more,” the professor said. “Oh, look! It’s gone!”
We looked. There was no house to be seen.
“I told you it went invisible,” I said.
“So you did,” Molly said. “Wait! I think it’s coming back!”
We could see the house, but dimly, and it was sort of transparent.
“Well, this is beyond me,” the professor said. “We need to talk to someone who knows about things like this.”
“Do you know such a person?” Molly asked.
“I do, and we are going to see her.”
“See who?
“Chicken Nancy, of course,” the professor said.
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