Houdini Inheritance (eBook)
304 Seiten
Faber & Faber (Verlag)
978-0-571-34142-9 (ISBN)
Emma Carroll taught English for twenty years until a life-changing cancer diagnosis meant that she felt brave enough to give her dream of being an author a try. Nowadays she's a bestselling author and has been nominated for and won numerous awards - including Books Are My Bag Readers' Award, Branford Boase, CILIP Carnegie Medal, Young Quills, Teach Primary and the Waterstones Book Prize. Emma lives in the Somerset Hills with her husband and their two terriers.
Magic shows and mysteries abound in this showstopping new standalone from a bestselling author who has sold close to a million copies of these middle-grade adventures!The English seaside, 1920sA world famous escape artist . . . A suitcase full of secrets . . . And a death-defying stunt . . . When Harry Houdini comes to visit the seaside town of Sidford-on-Sea, Glory and her friend Dennis are first in-line to see him. He is there to perform a daring trick: he will jump off the town pier in chains, pitching himself into the water below. But when Glory outsmarts the infamous Houdini, she is suddenly sucked into his world, and finds herself tasked with looking after his precious trunk - the one that contains all his secrets. With Houdini in danger, Glory and Dennis are thrown deep into an adventure that takes them all the way to Coney Island in America, and the dark underbelly of its amusement parks . . . 'Utterly thrilling.' Abi Elphinstone'Magical.' Katya Balen'An absolute cracker.' Hilary McKay'A page-turning, plot-twisting, mind-bending treat.' Piers Torday'Bursting with excitement, action and heart.' Jasbinder Bilan'Emma Carroll at her dazzling, storytelling best.' Phil Earle
It was three minutes to eleven on a blustery summer morning, and Harry Houdini was about to jump. All along the seafront gaudy posters promised a ‘death-defying stunt’, which, by the looks of what was happening at the end of our pier, was, for once, no exaggeration. We’d nudged through the crowds, my pal Dennis and me, and positioned ourselves so close to Mr Houdini we were currently able to watch the great man flexing his toes in preparation. For someone so famous he seemed surprisingly small, yet wide and strong like a beer barrel.
‘He doesn’t even look nervous,’ I hissed to Dennis, who should’ve been the one giving me the running commentary since he was Harry Houdini’s biggest fan, and had worn his favourite gold-striped waistcoat to mark the occasion.
Unlike Dennis, whose wardrobe was decidedly theatrical, I wore anything my elder sister had grown out of: today, a sailor-style frock on to which, owing to an argument at the breakfast table, I’d already dripped egg yolk, though I didn’t suppose Houdini would notice. Dennis and I were two mere specks in the ocean of people who’d turned up to witness his performance. In every direction the seafront was swarming with summer frocks and eager, sunburnt faces. Most tourists visited Sidford-by-the-Sea for our gritty cockles or a ride on a bad-tempered donkey: it wasn’t every day a world-class showman came to town.
Excited as I was, I still had doubts the stunt was humanly possible and had bet Dennis a bag of gobstoppers Mr Houdini wouldn’t manage it. The drop from the end of our pier into the grey-blue sea was forty stomach-churning feet. Wearing only swimming trunks and locked in more chains than a dangerous prisoner, Mr Houdini was going to jump in, then free himself in under four minutes. It was, so Dennis had informed me, one of the escapologist’s well-known acts.
‘Oh, Glory,’ he’d said, as if my lack of faith in his hero was to be pitied. ‘He’s jumped off bridges in Boston and New York loads of times. The man’s a genius. ’Course he’ll manage it.’
Maybe, but I was a questioner by nature. So we spat on our palms and shook hands to seal the bet.
‘Looking forward to those gobstoppers, Glor,’ Dennis reminded me now, with a playful nudge.
‘You honestly reckon he’ll do it in four minutes, when I’d enough trouble getting out of my bedroom window?’ I answered, showing Dennis the scrape on my elbow to prove it.
It was lucky I’d made it to the seafront at all this morning. When Mum went off to work the summer in New York’s Coney Island with Dennis’s mum Shula, we’d been left under the watchful eyes of his gran and my elder sister Effie. At breakfast, mid boiled egg, Effie had banished me to my room for being ‘sneaky and irresponsible’. It was hardly my fault she noticed the puppy weeing on the floor before I had the chance to explain what it was doing in our kitchen. Especially when I’d been told countless times that I couldn’t have a dog. I’d have to face the music later, but was trying my best to forget it for now.
Meanwhile, on the pier, Houdini’s toes uncurled. It seemed to be a signal to his assistants, who rushed forward to do a last-minute check of his equipment. The chains circling his wrists and ankles were secured by a padlock the size of a football, which must’ve pinched and poked like fury. Houdini didn’t flinch.
‘A minute to go, ladies and gents! Time to shut your traps!’ hollered local rough Sammy Sykes, who’d been hired to keep control of our part of the crowd.
Dennis and I shared an excited grimace. The crowd’s babbling dropped to a murmur. As Houdini climbed nimbly over the pier’s safety railings, oblivious to the ‘no diving’ notices, l guessed I’d already lost the bet. The patch of water Houdini was aiming for was uncannily deep, and even in summer, swimming there would turn your lips blue and your fingers as white as fish fillets, but he seemed fearless.
The town clock chimed eleven. I tensed. Dennis grinned.
‘Four minutes is an awful long time,’ I reminded him.
‘Not if you’ve trained properly. Divers in the South Pacific can hold their breath for ages,’ he replied knowingly. ‘They make their lungs as small as oranges.’
The thought made me slightly breathless.
‘If anyone can cheat death it’s Houdini, don’t you worry,’ Dennis assured me.
Bets aside, I hoped he was right. A hush fell over the crowd as Mr Houdini began to speak.
‘If … I … die …’ he declared, delivering each word slowly, powerfully, like an actor on the stage. ‘It will be fate and my own foolishness that is to blame.’
A coldness crept over me. Did Houdini expect to die, then? Dennis didn’t think it possible, yet all along the seafront the crowd had fallen eerily silent, as if everyone suddenly realised just how dangerous the trick was. The loudest noise now was the slow slap of water against the pier and the chains clinking as Houdini flexed his arms. He gave a small nod to the two men holding on to him. One of them called out ‘Mrs Houdini!’ and a tiny woman in a cloche hat appeared, carrying a lap dog under her arm.
‘That’s his wife, right?’ I whispered.
‘Yup, Beatrice, Bessie for short.’
‘And the dog?’
A glare from Sammy Sykes silenced us before Dennis could reply. I was certain he’d know, though. Dennis’s mum was a singer and had many delicious stories about the famous acts who’d crossed her path. When the movie star Rudolph Valentino died suddenly, she knew why and where and how much blood was involved, which was a fat lot more than the newspapers did.
On the seafront the excitement had become electric. I gripped the railings with clammy hands as Mrs Houdini began to count.
‘FIVE … FOUR … THREE …’ The voice coming out of her tiny frame was surprisingly deep, almost growly.
Mr Houdini flexed his shoulders.
‘TWO.’
The breeze lifted a lock of hair off his face.
‘ONE.’
The men holding Houdini’s arms released their grip. For a split second, he didn’t move. Then all it took was a slight tipping of his upper body and he fell forward, hitting the sea with a great crack.
‘Ouch! Bet that hurt,’ I muttered under my breath.
The water swirled white, fizzing and hissing and swallowing Houdini before turning grey-blue again.
He was gone. Dennis and I leaned a little further over the railings to see where and when Houdini would appear. Twenty … thirty … I tried counting in my head, but it seemed ages before the man keeping time declared:
‘ONE MINUTE!’
The more I stared at the sea beneath the pier, the more my eyes started to play tricks on me, turning every ripple, every dip and swell into Houdini’s wet head emerging. I began feeling uneasy when he still didn’t surface.
‘TWO MINUTES!’
Now Dennis looked nervous too.
‘TWO MINUTES THIRTY SECONDS!’
It felt like years. I kept picturing the thick chains criss-crossing Houdini’s body, running from his wrists to his ankles, everything held in place by that enormous padlock. And his tiny, orange-sized lungs screaming out for air.
‘Shouldn’t he have done it by now?’ I whispered.
‘Depends.’
‘On what?’ The frown on Dennis’s face filled me with dread. Much as I wanted to win our argument, I didn’t want Mr Houdini to die.
‘THREE MINUTES!’
The crowd hadn’t moved. It was as if we were all holding our breath alongside Houdini. I felt dizzy and tight in my chest.
The next second, Mrs Houdini was rushing to the pier’s edge, the people around her shouting orders, throwing ropes into the water, readying blankets and – I noted ominously – a stretcher. Everyone was pointing down at the sea. Mrs Houdini ran from one side of the pier to the other.
Something must’ve happened just out of sight because the entire seafront then erupted into a roaring cheer.
‘Hoorah!’
‘He’s done it!’
‘Unbelievable!’
Houdini, it seemed, had succeeded in getting free. Relieved, I took a huge gulp of air. Dennis flashed me a winner’s grin.
Yet to our frustration, all we could see were hats being hurled into the sky. Directly in front of us we faced a wall of shoulders as people surged forward for a view down on to the beach.
‘Excuse me!’ I cried, desperate to see. When no one moved, I groaned loudly. ‘Ugh, watch out! I’m about to be...
Erscheint lt. Verlag | 2.7.2024 |
---|---|
Sprache | englisch |
Themenwelt | Kinder- / Jugendbuch ► Jugendbücher ab 12 Jahre |
ISBN-10 | 0-571-34142-X / 057134142X |
ISBN-13 | 978-0-571-34142-9 / 9780571341429 |
Haben Sie eine Frage zum Produkt? |
![EPUB](/img/icon_epub_big.jpg)
Größe: 588 KB
DRM: Digitales Wasserzeichen
Dieses eBook enthält ein digitales Wasserzeichen und ist damit für Sie personalisiert. Bei einer missbräuchlichen Weitergabe des eBooks an Dritte ist eine Rückverfolgung an die Quelle möglich.
Dateiformat: EPUB (Electronic Publication)
EPUB ist ein offener Standard für eBooks und eignet sich besonders zur Darstellung von Belletristik und Sachbüchern. Der Fließtext wird dynamisch an die Display- und Schriftgröße angepasst. Auch für mobile Lesegeräte ist EPUB daher gut geeignet.
Systemvoraussetzungen:
PC/Mac: Mit einem PC oder Mac können Sie dieses eBook lesen. Sie benötigen dafür die kostenlose Software Adobe Digital Editions.
eReader: Dieses eBook kann mit (fast) allen eBook-Readern gelesen werden. Mit dem amazon-Kindle ist es aber nicht kompatibel.
Smartphone/Tablet: Egal ob Apple oder Android, dieses eBook können Sie lesen. Sie benötigen dafür eine kostenlose App.
Geräteliste und zusätzliche Hinweise
Buying eBooks from abroad
For tax law reasons we can sell eBooks just within Germany and Switzerland. Regrettably we cannot fulfill eBook-orders from other countries.
![EPUB](/img/icon_epub_big.jpg)
Kopierschutz: Adobe-DRM
Adobe-DRM ist ein Kopierschutz, der das eBook vor Mißbrauch schützen soll. Dabei wird das eBook bereits beim Download auf Ihre persönliche Adobe-ID autorisiert. Lesen können Sie das eBook dann nur auf den Geräten, welche ebenfalls auf Ihre Adobe-ID registriert sind.
Details zum Adobe-DRM
Dateiformat: EPUB (Electronic Publication)
EPUB ist ein offener Standard für eBooks und eignet sich besonders zur Darstellung von Belletristik und Sachbüchern. Der Fließtext wird dynamisch an die Display- und Schriftgröße angepasst. Auch für mobile Lesegeräte ist EPUB daher gut geeignet.
Systemvoraussetzungen:
PC/Mac: Mit einem PC oder Mac können Sie dieses eBook lesen. Sie benötigen eine
eReader: Dieses eBook kann mit (fast) allen eBook-Readern gelesen werden. Mit dem amazon-Kindle ist es aber nicht kompatibel.
Smartphone/Tablet: Egal ob Apple oder Android, dieses eBook können Sie lesen. Sie benötigen eine
Geräteliste und zusätzliche Hinweise
Buying eBooks from abroad
For tax law reasons we can sell eBooks just within Germany and Switzerland. Regrettably we cannot fulfill eBook-orders from other countries.
aus dem Bereich