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not have e to the rooms and abducted her…he was still in California。 But he could have sent other people to do it for him。 Those people Speedy had mentioned； the Strangers with a foot in each world。
Then Jack could stay in the room no longer。 He bounced off the couch and went back into the corridor； closing the door after him。 When he had gone a few paces down the hall； he twirled around in mid…step； went back； and opened the door with his own key。 He pushed the door an inch in； and then trotted back toward the elevators。 It was always possible that she had gone out without her key…to the shop in the lobby； to the newsstand for a magazine or a paper。
Sure。 He had not seen her pick up a newspaper since the beginning of summer。 All the news she cared about came over an internal radio。
Out for a walk； then。
Yeah； out exercising and breathing deeply。 Or jogging； maybe： maybe Lily Cavanaugh had suddenly gone in for the hundred…yard dash。 She'd set up hurdles down on the beach and was in training for the next Olympics When the elevator deposited him in the lobby he glanced into the shop； where an elderly blond woman behind a counter peered at him over the tops of her glasses。 Stuffed animals； a tiny pile of thin newspapers； a display rack of flavored Chap Stick。 Leaning out of pockets in a wallstand were People and Us and New Hampshire Magazine。
'Sorry；' Jack said； and turned away。
He found himself staring at the bronze plaque beside a huge； dispirited fern 。 。 。 has begun to sicken and must soon die。
The woman in the shop cleared her throat。 Jack thought that he must have been staring at those words of Daniel Webster's for entire minutes。 'Yes？' the woman said behind him。
'Sorry；' Jack repeated； and pulled himself into the center of the lobby。 The hateful clerk lifted an eyebrow； then turned sideways to stare at a deserted staircase。 Jack made himself approach the man。
'Mister；' he said when he stood before the desk。 The clerk was pretending to try to remember the capital of North Carolina or the principal export of Peru。 'Mister。' The man scowled to himself： he was nearly there； he could not be disturbed。
All of this was an act； Jack knew； and he said； 'I wonder if you can help me。'
The man decided to look at him after all。 'Depends on what the help is； sonny。'
Jack consciously decided to ignore the hidden sneer。 'Did you see my mother go out a little while ago？'
'What's a little while？' Now the sneer was almost visible。
'Did you see her go out？ That's all I'm asking。'
'Afraid she saw you and your sweetheart holding hands out there？'
'God； you're such a creep；' Jack startled himself by saying。 'No； I'm not afraid of that。 I'm just wondering if she went out； and if you weren't such a creep； you'd tell me。' His face had grown hot； and he realized that his hands were bunched into fists。
'Well okay； she went out；' the clerk said； drifting away toward the bank of pigeonholes behind him。 'But you'd better watch your tongue； boy。 You better apologize to me； fancy little Master Sawyer。 I got eyes； too。 I know things。'
'You run your mouth and I run my business；' Jack said； dredging the phrase up from one of his father's old records…perhaps it did not quite fit the situation； but it felt right in his mouth； and the clerk blinked satisfactorily。
'Maybe she's in the gardens； I don't know；' the man said gloomily； but Jack was already on his way toward the door。
The Darling of the Drive…ins and Queen of the Bs was nowhere in the wide gardens before the hotel； Jack saw immediately…and he had known that she would not be in the gardens； for he would have seen her on his way into the hotel。 Besides； Lily Cavanaugh did not dawdle through gardens： that suited her as little as did setting up hurdles on the beach。
A few cars rolled down Boardwalk Avenue。 A gull screeched far overhead； and Jack's heart tightened。
The boy pushed his fingers through his hair and looked up and down the bright street。 Maybe she had been curious about Speedy…maybe she'd wanted to check out this unusual new pal of her son's and had wandered down to the amusement park。 But Jack could not see her in Arcadia Funworld any more than he could see her lingering picturesquely in the gardens。 He turned in the less familiar direction； toward the town line。
Separated from the Alhambra's grounds by a high thick hedge； the Arcadia Tea and Jam Shoppe stood first in a row of brightly colored shops。 It and New England Drugs were the only shops in the terrace to remain open after Labor Day。 Jack hesitated a moment on the cracked sidewalk。 A tea shop； much less shoppe； was an unlikely situation for the Darling of the Drive…ins。 But since it was the first place he might expect to find her； he moved across the sidewalk and peered in the window。
A woman with piled…up hair sat smoking before a cash register。 A waitress in a pink rayon dress leaned against the far wall。 Jack saw no customers。 Then at one of the tables near the Alhambra end of the shop he saw an old woman lifting a cup。 Apart from the help； she was alone。 Jack watched the old woman delicately replace the cup in the saucer； then fish a cigarette from her bag； and realized with a sickening jolt that she was his mother。 An instant later； the impression of age had disappeared。
But he could remember it…and it was as if he were seeing her through bifocals； seeing both Lily Cavanaugh Sawyer and that fragile old woman in the same body。
Jack gently opened the door； but still he set off the tinkle of the bell that he had known was above it。 The blond woman at the register nodded； smiling。 The waitress straightened up and smoothed the lap of her dress。 His mother stared at him with what looked like genuine surprise； and then gave him an open smile。
'Well； Wandering Jack； you're so tall that you looked just like your father when you came through that door；' she said。 'Sometimes I forget you're only twelve。'
3
'You called me 'Wandering Jack；' ' he said； pulling a chair out and dropping himself into it。
Her face was very pale； and the smudges beneath her eyes looked almost like bruises。
'Didn't your father call you that？ I just happened to think of it…you've been on the move all morning。'
'He called me Wandering Jack？'
'Something like that 。 。 。 sure he did。 When you were tiny。 Travelling Jack；' she said firmly。 'That was it。 He used to call you Travelling Jack…you know； when we'd see you tearing down the lawn。 It was funny； I guess。 I left the door open； by the way。 Didn't know if you remembered to take your key with you。'
'I saw；' he said； still tingling with the new information she had so casually given him。
'Want any breakfast？ I just couldn't take the thought of eating another meal in that hotel。'
The waitress had appeared beside them。 'Young man？' she asked； lifting her order pad。
'How did you know I'd find you here？'
'Where else is there to go？' his mother reasonably asked； and told the waitress； 'Give him the three…star breakfast。 He's growing about an inch a day。'
Jack leaned against the back of his chair。 How could he begin this？
His mother glanced at him curiously； and he began…he had to begin； now。 'Mom； if I had to go away for a while； would you be all right？'
'What do you mean； all right？ And what do you mean； go away for a while？'
'Would you be able…ah； would you have trouble from Uncle Morgan？'
'I can handle old Sloat；' she said； smiling tautly。 'I can handle him for a while； anyhow。 What's this all about； Jacky？ You're not going anywhere。'
'I have to；' he said。 'Honest。' Then he realized that he sounded like a child begging for a toy。 Mercifully； the waitress arrived with toast in a rack and a stubby glass of tomato juice。 He looked away for a moment； and when he looked back； his mother was spreading jam from one of the pots on the table over a triangular section of toast。
'I have to go；' he said。 His mother handed him the toast； her face moved with a thought； but she said nothing。
'You might not see me for a while； Mom；' he said。 'I'm going to try to help you。 That's why I have to go。'
'Help me？' she asked； and her cool incredulity； Jack reckoned； was about seventy…five percent genuine。
'I want to try to save your life；' he said。
'Is that all？'
'I can do it。'
'You can save my life。 That's very entertaining； Jacky…boy； it ought to make prime time someday。 Ever think about going into network programming？' She had put down the red…smeared knife and was widening her eyes in mockery： but beneath the deliberate inprehension he saw two things。 A flare…up of her terror； a faint； almost unrecognized hope that he might after all be able to do something。
'Even if you say I can't try； I'm going to do it anyhow。 So you might as well give me your permission。'
'Oh； that's a wonderful deal。 Especially since I don't have any idea of what you're talking about。'
'I think you do； though…I think you do have some idea； Mom。 Because Dad would have known exactly what I'm talking about。'
Her cheeks reddened； her mouth thinned into a line。 'That's so unfair it's despicable； Jacky。