"Amy," he called down, "what were those four branches again?"
"Ekaterina," she called. "Tomas, Janus, Lucian."
"Ekaterina," Dan repeated, as he pressed the E. "Tomas, Lucian, Janus."
As he pressed the last letter, the whole shelf swung outward. Dan had to jump away to avoid getting squished into a book sandwich.
Where the bookshelf had been was a dark stairwell, leading down.
"A secret passage," said Uncle Alistair. "Dan, I'm impressed."
"It might be dangerous!" Amy said.
"You're right," Dan agreed. "Ladies first."
CHAPTER 5
Amy could've lived in the secret library. Instead, she almost died there.
She led the way down the steps and gasped when she saw all the books. They went on forever. She used to think the main public library on Copley Square was the best in the world, but this was even better. It seemed more library-ish.
The shelves were dark wood, and the books were leather-bound and very old, with gilded titles on the spines. They looked like they'd been well-used over the centuries.
Oriental carpet covered the floor. Cushy chairs were spaced around the room so you could plop down anywhere and start reading. Maps and oversize folios were spread out on big tables. Against one wall was a line of oak file cabinets and a huge computer with three separate monitors, like something they'd use at NASA. Glass chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling and provided plenty of light, even though the room was obviously underground. They'd descended a long way to get here, and there were no windows.
"This place is amazing!" Amy ran into the room.
"Books," Dan said. "Yay." He checked out the computer, but it was frozen on the password screen. He jiggled a few file cabinet drawers, but they were all locked.
Uncle Alistair gingerly picked a red folio from the shelves. "Latin. Caesar's campaign in Gaul, copied on vellum. Looks like it was handwritten by a scribe around, oh, 1500."
"It must be worth a fortune," Amy said.
Dan suddenly looked more interested. "We could sell them? Like, on eBay?"
"Oh, shut up, Dan. These are priceless." She ran her fingers along the spines -- Machiavelli, Melville, Milton. "They're alphabetical by author. Find the S section!"
They did, but it was a disappointment. There were ten shelves packed with everything from Shakespeare's First Folio to Bruce Springsteen's Complete Lyrics, but nothing with Richard for the first name.
"Something about that ..." Amy muttered. The name Richard S-, coupled with the word Resolution, kept nagging at her. They went together, but she didn't know how. It drove her crazy when she couldn't remember things. She read so many books sometimes they got jumbled around in her head.
Then she glanced down the aisle. At the end of the shelf, curled up on a box on a small table, was an old friend.
"Saladin!" she cried.
The cat opened his green eyes and said,
"Mrrp?" without much surprise, like he was asking, Oh, it's you? Did you bring me my red snapper?
Amy and Dan ran to him. Saladin had the most beautiful fur Amy had ever seen -- silver with spots, like a miniature snow leopard. Well ... not so miniature, actually, since he was pretty enormous, with huge paws and a long striped tail.
"Saladin, what are you doing down here?" Amy stroked his back. The cat closed his eyes and purred. Amy knew he was just a cat, but she was so happy to see him she could've cried. It was like part of Grace was still alive.
"Hey, Saladin," Dan said. "What's that you're sitting on, dude?"
"Mrrp," Saladin complained as Dan lifted him up. Underneath was a polished mahogany box with the gold initials GC engraved on the lid.
Amy's heart skipped a beat. "It's Grace's jewelry box!"
Amy opened it up, and there was Grace's personal jewelry, which Amy had loved since she was little. Grace used to let her play with these -- a pearl bracelet, a diamond ring, a pair of emerald earrings. Amy hadn't realized until much later that the stuff was real -- worth thousands of dollars.
She blinked the tears out of her eyes. Now that she'd found Saladin and the jewelry box, she felt like she really was standing in Grace's most secret place. She missed her grandmother so much it hurt. Then she pulled a very familiar piece of jewelry out of the box....
"Dear me," Alistair said. "That's her favorite necklace, isn't it?"
He was right. Amy had never seen her grandmother without this necklace -- twelve intricately carved squares of jade with a green dragon medallion in the center. Grace had called it her good-luck charm.
Amy touched the dragon in the center. She wondered why Grace hadn't been buried with this necklace. It didn't seem right.
"Hey!" Dan called. "Look at this!"
Amy found him around the corner, holding Saladin and staring at a giant wall map covered in pushpins. The pins were in five different colors: red, blue, yellow, green, and white. Every major city in the world seemed to have at least one. Some areas were stuck with only red pins, some with green or blue, some with several colors.
"She's been doing voodoo on the world!" Dan said.
"No, dummy," Amy said. "Those must be markers. They tell where something is."
"Like what?"
Amy shook her head. She found the map creepy. "Maybe something about the Cahills?" She glanced at Alistair.
He frowned. "I don't know, my dear. Most curious." But he wouldn't meet her eyes, and Amy got the feeling he was hiding something.