In the last episode, Kristi and Edmund find out that Alan is the new Lord Blackstone. Readers voted that they do not keep his secret.
A faint ringing interrupted them, and out of habit, Kristi started searching through her pockets. When she realized the telephone was inside the hotel she looked up to find Edmund and Alan watching her curiously.
“Looking for something?” Edmund asked.
“A . . . um . . . I lost my handkerchief, I think.”
Alan pulled a crumpled one out of his pocket and handed it to her.
Ugh. Kristi took it gingerly with her fingertips and tucked it into her pocket. “Uh, thanks.”
“Aren’t you going to use it?” Edmund asked.
“Um, later. I just wanted to make sure that I, uh, had one. In case.”
Alan shook his head and stood up. “I have to get back to camp.” He disappeared in the direction of the street.
“Oh, no.” Edmund said, ducking his head.
“Mrs. Carrington. She was an acquaintance of my father’s.”
Kristi twisted in her seat. A large, sweating woman in a too-tight crimson dress was waving at them from across the terrace. Edmund sighed. “I’d better go say hello.”
Kristi sat chewing meditatively on her sandwich, watching the crowds below them when someone slid into the chair opposite her.
“Nice view.” He had an attractive, freckled face and a sun-burnt nose.
“Uh-huh.” She swallowed the last bite of her sandwich and stood up. “You can have the table. I have to go.”
“Wait.” He caught her by the wrist. “Look, I know this might sound kind of crazy . . .”
Kristi tugged away, and he dropped her wrist. “Were you looking for a cell phone? Before?”
She sat back down in the chair, hard. “How did you–”
“–know?” He held out his hand and she automatically shook it. “Carl Andrews. I used to live in Brighton, New Hampshire. 2010.”
“Kristi, uh, Taylor. I’m from Nebraska.”
“Let me guess. It must be about, 2013 by now?”
“Longer than I thought. How did you end up here?”
“Watching a movie.” Kristi absently brushed a flyaway hair back from her face. “The Curse of the Seven Pyramids.”
“Ah. Mine was The Curse of the Undead Mummy.”
“That sounds awful.”
“Believe me, it was.”
“Kristi, I think we’d better be getting back.” She looked up to see Edmund at her elbow, scowling at Carl.
“It was nice meeting you.” Carl pushed back the chair and stood up.
“Wait,” Kristi said, but he strode lightly down the terrace and vanished.
“Who was that?” Edmund asked.
Kristi didn’t answer.
. . .
Later that evening, Kristi, Edith and Edmund played cards while Geoffrey growled over a stack of papers on his desk. Finally he threw the papers down and leaned back.
“I wish I knew if Lord Blackstone is planning on keeping the dig open the rest of the season,” he said.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Kristi said, without looking up from the cards.
“Yeah. I know he’s gone to bed now, but you can ask him in the morning.” Edmund kicked her under the table and she looked up to find Aziah, Edith and Geoffrey staring at her. Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.