Horror of Horrors!
You watch MagnifiCAT's hand intently. The moment he releases the next card, you hurl the target in his direction. You drop to the floor and roll toward the back curtain.
"Stop!" the magician shouts. "Get back here!"
"Go, go, go!" Will shouts, just as loudly.
Ralph yelps in excitement.
You pull up the bottom of the curtain and scramble under. A card slices through the fabric, only inches from your hand.
You scoot away from the spot and jump to your feet. You are in the narrow gap between the back curtain and the rear wall of the theater.
Another razor-edged card rips through the curtain, a foot or so from your head. It hits the wall and sticks right into the brick.
An idea strikes you. How many cards does MagnifiCAT still have? Maybe you can trick him into throwing all of them.
You spot a little pile of lumber on the floor. You grab a plank about a yard long and flatten yourself against the wall, stretching your arm out as far as you can. You touch the board to the curtain.
One after another, four cards tear through the fabric and all around the plank. A moment later four more folow. You lower the board to a foot above the floor and brush the back of the curtain again. You want to make it look as if you've been hit and have slumped to your knees.
Your heart thumps as half a dozen cards zip through the heavy velvet.
Still, gripping the board, you squeeze down the narrow corridor. When you reach the far edge of the stage, another curtain blocks the way. You peer around it.
Von is standing a few feet away, with his back to you.
"Search the wings!" MagnifiCAT commands.
"Yes, at once," Von replies. He starts to turn.
Any ideas?
"Stop!" the magician shouts. "Get back here!"
"Go, go, go!" Will shouts, just as loudly.
Ralph yelps in excitement.
You pull up the bottom of the curtain and scramble under. A card slices through the fabric, only inches from your hand.
You scoot away from the spot and jump to your feet. You are in the narrow gap between the back curtain and the rear wall of the theater.
Another razor-edged card rips through the curtain, a foot or so from your head. It hits the wall and sticks right into the brick.
An idea strikes you. How many cards does MagnifiCAT still have? Maybe you can trick him into throwing all of them.
You spot a little pile of lumber on the floor. You grab a plank about a yard long and flatten yourself against the wall, stretching your arm out as far as you can. You touch the board to the curtain.
One after another, four cards tear through the fabric and all around the plank. A moment later four more folow. You lower the board to a foot above the floor and brush the back of the curtain again. You want to make it look as if you've been hit and have slumped to your knees.
Your heart thumps as half a dozen cards zip through the heavy velvet.
Still, gripping the board, you squeeze down the narrow corridor. When you reach the far edge of the stage, another curtain blocks the way. You peer around it.
Von is standing a few feet away, with his back to you.
"Search the wings!" MagnifiCAT commands.
"Yes, at once," Von replies. He starts to turn.
Any ideas?