We boarded a train headed
back to the city, and I watched out of the window while Mel and Mr. Ledwell
slept.
For the majority of my life
I’d never been on a train, and now this was my seventh in the past year. I
remember my first ride and thinking that I would never tire of it. Now all I
wanted to do was be home with all of this behind me. I’d spent too much time on
the road, and unless we resolved this I would be for a lot longer yet.
Not for the first time, I
wondered how we were going to pull this off. We had to somehow convince Mr.
Sallon that we were right, which might mean dragging him down to the
Otherworld. This was assuming that Mary Ledwell could do the most important
thing, convincing the Orderers, and finding evidence to convict Mr. Teller.
“I have an idea,” I glanced
over and saw Mel blinking open her eyes.
“About what?” I asked.
“How we can accuse Mr.
Teller,” She replied. It was like she read my mind. I supposed that she must
have been thinking about the same thing, even in her sleep.
“What’s you idea?” I asked,
leaning forward in my seat.
“I could get him to
confess.”
“What?” I looked at her,
confused. “How?”
“I could say that you heard
him, and that I was going to go to the Orderers. He would freak out and try to
stop me, and all the while the Orderers could be at the door listening.”
“It’s a good plan,” I
agreed. “But it’s too dangerous. What if he hurts you?”
She lifted her chin. “I can
take care of myself,” she replied. “Besides, the Orderers would be ready to
barge in immediately.”
I shook my head. “It’s still
to risky. What if they got delayed? What if he has a pistol?”
“I want to help,” Mel said
pleadingly. “Please, I can’t help but feel guilty!”
“And I don’t want you to
die!” I cried. “It’s not worth it.”
“Yes it is!” Mel exclaimed.
“This is important. My father needs to be arrested.”
Mr. Ledwell blinked awake at
the sound of our debate. “What’s going on?” He asked.
Mel quickly explained her
plan, with me cutting in on my reasons why it was too dangerous.
“She’s right Mel,” he said,
glancing over at Mel. “It’s too dangerous.”
“See?” I looked over at her.
“We both agree. You might think it’s worth risking your life over, but it’s
not!”
“Please?” she said. “You’ve
done so many risky things for this cause. I just want to do my part!”
I looked at Mr. Ledwell and
we exchanged a silent agreement. “If Mary is able to get the Orderers on our
side,” he began. “Than you can try to get a confession out of him.”
She grinned.
“But if you don’t have
backup,” he warned. “There’s no way you’re doing this. We’ll find another way.”
She nodded. “That’s fair. In
the meantime, how are we going to convince your boss?”
I rubbed my eyes. “I don’t
know. Mr. Ledwell’s been working on him for years.”
“Yes, but now you have proof
that it works!” Mr. Ledwell said. “You are literally living proof!”
“Which is why my father
wants you gone,” Mel said somberly. “We’d better make sure Mr. Sallon wouldn’t
tell him.”
Mr. Ledwell nodded. “You’re
right. We’re going to need a plan.”
When we returned to the
city, we said our goodbyes and Mel returned to her father’s office while Mr.
Ledwell and I headed to the Cutting Center. With any luck Mr. Sallon was still
at the Cutting Center, and he would believe us about the new way of cutting and
about Mr. Teller. If I could show take him to the Otherworld and show him the
memory line and the soul-string, we might have a chance.
“Hello Melanie,” Mr.
Hillington said, greeting the receptionist by name.
“Jonathon!” she sounded
surprised. “I thought you weren’t coming back to for another few days.”
He shrugged. “I changed my
mind. Is Mr. Sallon here?”
The receptionist nodded.
“He’s in his office.”
I followed him up the
stairs, glancing back at the receptionist, who was watching Mr. Ledwell with a
confused expression. He turned down the hall to Mr. Sallon’s office, and
knocked sharply on the door before opening it and stepping in.
“Who’s barging in here?” Mr.
Sallon snapped, looking up from his desk. “Jonathon! What are you doing here?”
Mr. Ledwell sighed. “I
decided to come back early.”
I stepped next to Mr.
Ledwell, and Mr. Sallon looked at me, surprised. “And Miss Alander! Why are you
here?”
“We need to speak to you,
Mr. Sallon,” I said.
“Call me Gregory, please,”
he replied.
“Gregory, may we sit down?”
Asked Mr. Ledwell. “This may take a while, and I’d appreciate it if you
listened to us carefully. You won’t like what we must tell you, and though I
know you aren’t fond of me-“
Mr. Sallon protested, but
Mr. Ledwell continued. “-But I hope you can believe the word of Miss Alander,
here.”
He nodded and gestured to a
couple chairs in front of his desk. We sat, and I leaned forward. “Please, Mr.
Sall- Gregory. I beg of you to not tell anyone this conversation if we can’t
convince you of the truth.”
He looked from me to Mr.
Ledwell suspiciously. “Alright, then, enough warnings. What is it you want to
tell me?”
I began my story, starting
with when Darren died and I was assigned his Cutting, to when I went to
Brutehaven to look for other ways of Cutting and met Mel, Mr. Teller’s daughter.
I told Mr. Sallon about how I had found Mr. Ledwell, and he had shared his
notes and findings with me. At this, Mr. Sallon’s mouth pressed into a thin
line, and he glanced at Mr. Ledwell sternly, but didn’t interrupt.
When I told him about the
dream I’d had, where Darren spoke to me, he looked skeptical, and Mr. Ledwell
stopped me.
“You had a dream?” he
exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
I shrugged sheepishly. I had
forgotten that Mr. Ledwell didn’t know about that.
“Continue with your tale,”
Mr. Sallon said, saving me from answering.
I continued explaining how
we’d enlisted Mr. Teller, and how I’d gone down to the Otherworld. At this
point Mr. Sallon leaned forward, intrigued. “What did it look like?” he asked.
“How did the souls behave? What could you see? Were you in danger? How easy was
it to escape? Did you successfully untie the soul-string? And are you sure the
soul-string didn’t break? You don’t feel anything now, do you? How can you be
sure it worked? What exactly did he have to say?”
I did my best to answer his
questions, answering honestly about the danger question and explaining my fear
of climbing the memory line. At times he frowned, and I was afraid he would
forbid the process entirely, but he said nothing more.
“The process worked fine,
ask Mr. Teller,” I said. “Actually, don’t. Definitely don’t.” I amended.
“Why not?” Mr. Sallon asked,
looking at Mr. Ledwell for confirmation, and he nodded, gesturing back to me.
I explained how I had gone
to Mr. Ledwell’s office, and described the conversation I’d heard as best I
could.
“He said what?” Mr. Sallon
gasped as I explained his plan. “Do you remember the name of his partner?”
I shook my head. “He didn’t
mention a name, but the man was big and tall, and he lived in Brutehaven. I’d
imagine he runs a gang down there, because he mentioned something about having
“his boys” shut people up.”
Mr. Sallon stood and paced
the room. I had thought he would laugh or immediately call Mr. Teller, but to
my relief he did neither of these things.
“To be honest, if it was
just either of you, I wouldn’t believe it,” Mr. Sallon began. “But the fact
that you’re both here, two of my very own Cutters who I didn’t even know knew
each other, pleading for me to listen to them.” He sighed, and sat back down.
“I don’t know what to think. This is all so crazy. The fact that there’s a way
to cut someone without forgetting him, the fact that you actually did it. And
then there’s the whole thing about John. He was one of the most esteemed
Cutters, a friend whom I would trust with my life.”
“We’re not lying to you,”
Mr. Ledwell replied. “Why on earth would we lie to you about this. We have
nothing to gain, and everything to lose.”
Mr. Sallon nodded. “I know,
I know. But think about what you’re asking me to believe. You must forgive me
for being skeptical.”
“But you believe us?” I
asked, not believing what I was hearing.
“Perhaps,” Mr. Sallon said. “I’m
not sure how I feel about the Cutting, but if you feel threatened by John, then
it’s my duty to call the Orderer’s. We’ll see if they find evidence of your
story.”
I smiled broadly. “Thank you
so much, sir.” If you call the Orderer’s and get them to listen to you, I think
I have a way to get Mr. Teller to confess.”
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