The Diviners (The Diviners #1)
Page 151“No, no, no! No pauper’s grave for my Johnny,” Mary White corrected him, her hearing apparently much clearer than her memory.
“I beg your pardon. I thought…”
“We paid a guard to give us the body. In accordance with Johnny’s wishes, we buried him at his home.”
“Brooklyn or Knowles’ End?”
“No,” the old woman said, irritated. “His real home.”
“Where was that?” Evie asked.
“Why, in Brethren, dear. Up on the old hill, with the faithful.”
The room seemed to reel. Evie heard her voice as if from far away. “Mr. Hobbes was from Brethren?”
“But there were no survivors of the Brethren fire,” Evie said.
“Only one. Could you hand me that hatbox, dear?”
Evie retrieved the hatbox from the dresser. Mary White reached in and removed a false bottom, revealing a leather-bound hymnal underneath. From inside its tissue-thin pages, she retrieved a smaller, folded piece of paper, which she passed to Evie.
It was a county record of birth for the village of Brethren, dated 6 June 1842: Yohanan Hobbeson Algoode, son of Pastor John Joseph Algoode and Ruth Algoode (died in childbirth).
“Such a sacrifice they made for him, the chosen one.”
The curtain snapped back. In the doorway, Mary White’s daughter held the syringe in one hand and a length of tubing in the other.
“I’ve been waiting,” Mary White barked. “You want me to hurt, don’t you? Oh, my life was so good before.”
Mary White groaned as her daughter plunged the needle into the bruised crook of her arm, then released the tubing. In a moment, the old woman’s eyes gleamed with the morphine. “He’s coming, you know.” Her speech was becoming syrupy. “He said he’d come for me, and I waited. I kept everything as it was for him. He said he’d come, and I knew he would.” Her eyes glazed over. “Such a beautiful man.” Her eyes closed with the morphine and Evie and Will showed themselves out.
Safe again in the bright sunshine, Evie and Will walked quickly through the strolling families.
“Of course!” Will said. He’d stopped to pace before a colorful sign that advertised the Wild Man of Borneo. Just outside the tent, a man in a red circus master’s jacket and top hat tempted the curious to “Come inside and see the savage—part monster, part man!” Behind them, the roller coaster inched up the incline with a steady click-click-click before plunging down and around, the riders screaming with a mixture of fear and pleasure. It was the last ride of the year before the boardwalk would shutter its amusements until the next summer.
“Of course,” Will said again, admonishing himself. “It all makes sense now.”
“Wonderful. Could you explain it to me?”
“Yohanan is the Hebrew name for John. John Hobbeson Algoode. John Hobbes,” Will said. “Naughty John Hobbes was Pastor Algoode’s son—the chosen one. The prophecied Beast meant to rise. He’s come back to finish his father’s work, to bring about hell on earth.”
They were walking again, Will’s words coming as fast as his steps. “Mary said he had to eat the sin of the world. To take on their sins. That why he takes parts of them in accordance with the seals: He ingests parts of them. It’s an ancient magic, the idea that eating parts of your enemies makes you stronger. They can’t defeat you. Two, please—with relish!” Will had stopped in front of Nathan’s Hot Dogs. He fished out two nickels and gave them to the boy behind the counter, taking two hot dogs in return. He handed one to Evie, who held it awkwardly.
Will wolfed his down, still talking. “In John’s case, it is helping him manifest. Giving him strength.”
Evie tried a small bite of her hot dog. It was surprisingly delicious, and she found that even the talk of cannibalism couldn’t keep her from devouring it. “If that pendant is his connection to this plane, his protection, then all we need to do is destroy it, and we destroy his link to this world. Is that right?”
“It stands to reason.”
“But she said it was buried with him.”
“Yes,” Will said, pausing to think. “That will be messy.”