Mystery Fiction: The Quest of Existence (Journey): Magic is not the only thing to spell bound, there are other mysteries too... (56 page)

“
W
e
ll
th
e
y
m
i
ght
h
a
ve
disp
l
ace
d
upon
y
our
k
n
o
c
k.”
He

p
r
opos
e
d.

“
You
’
r
e w
e
lcome to
th
i
nk
n
e
g
a
t
i
v
e
l
y
.
L
e
t
me
w
a
tch
m
y f
a
vorite
s
c
r
ee
npl
a
y
.
”
Sa
y
ing
th
i
s
Mrs.
W
ick
e
ts
s
w
i
t
c
h
e
d
on tel
e
vis
i
on.

“
W
ho to
l
d
y
ou t
h
e
y
le
f
t
y
o
u wil
l
ing
l
y
?
”
Alicia
a
s
k
e
d hi
m
.
“
Un
c
le
F
r
e
d
r
i
c
k
tells
that
th
e
y
w
e
nt
for
a
trip
ov
e
rs
ea
s
a
nd

did
not r
e
turn.”
He
s
a
id.

“
Th
e
n
whose
home
is
that
in
whi
c
h
y
ou
a
re
l
i
vin
g
?
”
she

a
sked.

“
Th
a
t’s of
U
n
c
le Fr
e
d
ri
c
k.”
He
to
l
d h
e
r.

“
S
o,
y
our
p
a
r
e
nts  did  not  le
a
ve
a
n
y
th
i
ng  for
y
o
u
?
”
she

a
sked.

“
Th
e
y
w
e
re
m
i
l
l
ionai
r
e
a
nd
Un
c
le
F
r
e
d
r
i
c
k
h
a
s
the
pow
e
r

of
a
t
t
o
r
n
e
y
of
a
ll
the p
r
o
p
e
r
t
y
t
h
e
y
le
f
t f
o
r m
e
.”
H
e
said.
“
W
h
a
t
?
W
h
y
did
t
h
e
y
do
s
o
?
”
she
a
sked.

“
I don’t
know.
But
I th
i
nk
i
t
w
a
s
a
good
d
ec
is
i
o
n
b
eca
u
s
e Un
c
le
F
r
e
d
r
ick
h
a
s
d
o
ubled  that
p
r
op
e
r
t
y
.
”  He  p
ra
ised Un
c
le Fr
e
d
r
i
c
k.

“
W
h
y
did  not
y
ou  take  that  p
r
op
e
r
t
y
f
r
om
Un
c
le
?
”
she

a
sked.

“
B
eca
u
s
e
I
don’t
n
ee
d
i
t
.
Un
c
le
tr
a
nsf
e
rs
a
h
a
ndsome

a
mount
in
t
o
m
y
b
a
nk
a
c
c
ount e
ac
h
y
e
a
r.” He
said.

The
door
op
e
n
e
d
sudd
e
n
l
y
a
nd
Mr.
W
ick
e
ts
e
nte
re
d
the room
w
i
t
h a
glass of
m
i
lk.

“
But
I
’
v
e
tak
e
n it
a
l
r
e
a
d
y
.”
Alicia
said s
e
e
ing h
i
m.

“
Ahm…
th
i
s
is
for
Ed
w
in.”
He
s
a
id
a
nd
g
a
v
e
that
to

Ed
w
in.

Alicia
f
ro
w
n
e
d on Ed
w
in
in a t
ea
sing
m
a
nn
e
r.

“
W
e
l
l
, h
a
ve
a
good t
i
me
.
”
He
said
a
nd t
u
rn
e
d to
t
he
doo
r
.
“
Ah…
I
’
v
e
a
sked
the
m
a
id
to
g
e
t
the
gu
e
st
room
r
e
a
d
y
f
o
r

y
o
u.”
He
sm
i
led.

“
Th
a
nk
y
ou so mu
c
h U
n
c
l
e
.”
Ed
w
in s
m
i
l
e
d.
“
No p
r
oblem”
He
said
a
n
d le
f
t
t
he
r
oom.

“
A
r
e
y
ou
c
onfi
r
m
e
d
n
ow
?
”
Mrs.
W
ick
e
ts
a
sked
a
s
he

e
nte
re
d his room.

“
Confi
r
med
a
bout
w
h
a
t
?
”
Mr.
W
ick
e
ts
tried
to
hide
his

gui
l
t.

“
Th
a
t
th
e
y
a
r
e
not
doi
n
g
a
n
y
th
i
ng
w
r
ong
?
”
M
r
s.
W
ick
e
ts

a
dd
e
d w
a
t
c
hing
the t
e
le
v
is
i
on.

“
W
h
a
t
?
Do
y
ou
th
i
nk
I
doubt
m
y
d
a
ughte
r
?
”
Mr.
W
ick
e
ts

p
re
tend
e
d
o
f g
e
t
t
ing sho
c
k
e
d
a
t her
q
u
e
st
i
on.

“
Th
e
n
w
h
y
did
y
ou
op
e
n
e
d
the
door
without
kno
c
king
?
”

she s
a
w him and qu
e
st
i
o
n in a t
ea
sing
m
a
nn
e
r.

“
Oh, su
c
h a
C
I
D
of
f
i
c
e
r
a
t
m
y
home
?
”
he
s
a
id.