“I say sir!” said Sir John, echoing his wife’s annoyance. But Marie had gone, while the bearded man sat and laughed.
There was a roar of excitement from the crowd and then a sigh of disappointment.
“Where’s Marie?” said Sir John, perplexed at the absence of his wife who had been there just a second before.
The crowd started to slowly move away from the famous windmill.
“She was just here?” said Emile, equally perplexed.
“Did that man…” said Sir John, turning to look where the bearded man was sitting. He moved towards the table, his view obscured by the departing crowd.
“What did you do?” said Sir John as he pushed his way to the table, but he found he was addressing an empty chair. The man had gone too.
“What is going on?” said Sir John to himself.
The crowd was still dispersing around him as he wandered back to where he had been standing. Miss Henderson was there looking around distraught.
“I’ve lost Morag,” she said. “I had her with me one moment, then she went the next.”
Sabine emerged from the departing crowd.
“It was an acrobat,” she said. “Doing some trick on the sails of the windmill, jumping from one to another. At the end he stood on the roof and waved with something in his hand. Then he went in.”
“Something’s happened,” said Sir John. “Marie and Morag and that obnoxious gentleman have all vanished.”
Sabine looked unperturbed.
“Be calm, Sir John,” she said. “It is a big crowd in Paris, they are probably somewhere in it. We will wait here and all will be fine, I’m sure.”
“But the man…” said Sir John.
“Even in Paris people sometimes leave a café,” said Sabine.
Emile leaned close to his friend.
“You know earlier, when Marie said we needed a witch,” said Emile quietly, “what exactly did she mean?”
“Well,” said Sir John, “it’s funny you should ask that…”
“We’re too late!” said Marie, emerging from the crowd with Morag. “They have it.”
“Who has what?” said Emile.
“The key, the part of the key,” said Marie.
“You mean the part of the weapon?” said Sir John.
“No… yes,” said Marie. “Whatever it is, they have it. There was a man on the sails…”
“An acrobat,” said Sabine, “from his costume.”
“Yes, that was the task, the man at the café was the elemental, the task was to go around the sails three times while it moved. The acrobat did it and… something appeared in his hand.” said Marie.
“We tried to get to the windmill, but we were too late,” said Morag. “Even with everyone frozen for while.”
“When was everyone frozen?” said Miss Henderson. “I didn’t see that.”
“Aye, well,” said Morag, “you were one of them.”
The crowd had thinned out now and the street was mostly visible again. As the group looked at Marie and Morag they missed the fat man, short man and acrobat getting into a carriage.
“The point is,” said Marie glumly, “the point is, we lost.”