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           Ormaybeshehasn’tgivenupatall,but’stakenasecretwaytowarnusherlife’sindanger.Invisibleink.Lemonjuice,maybe!There’samessagehereshedidn’twantMr.Blacktosee,incasehelookedwhilewewereinhisarcade.Holdon!Igotsomematches."

           "Whywouldshewriteus,Doug?"

           "Holdthecard.Here!"Douglasstruckamatchandranitunderthecard.

           "Ouch!Thewordsain’tonmyfingers,Doug,sokeepthematchaway."

           "There!"criedDouglas.Andthereitwas,afaintspideryscrawlwhichbegantoshapeitselfinaspiralofincrediblecorkscrewcalligrapher’sletters,darkonlight...aword,twowords,three...

           "Thecard,it’sonfire!"

           Tomyelledandletitdrop.

           "Stomponit!"

           Butbythetimetheyhadjumpeduptosmashtheirfeetonthestonyspineoftheancientlion,thecardwasablackruin.

           "Doug!Nowwe’llneverknowwhatitsaid!"

           Douglasheldtheflakingwarmashesinthepalmofhishand."No,Isaw.Irememberthewords."

           Theashesblewaboutinhisfingers,whispering.

           "YourememberinthatCharlieChaseComedylastspringwheretheFrenchmanwasdrowningandkeptyellingsomethinginFrenchwhichCharlieChasecouldn’tfigure.Secours,Secours!AndsomeonetoldCharliewhatitmeantandhejumpedinandsavedtheman.Well,onthiscard,withmyowneyes,Isawit.Secours!"

           "WhywouldshewriteitinFrench?"

           "SoMr.Blackwouldn’tknow,dumb!"

           "Doug,itwasjustanoldwatermarkcomingoutwhenyouscorchedthecard..."TomsawDouglas’sfaceandstopped.