Necropolis

everywhere and the alarm system was buzzing, warning them that somebody was approaching.
    It had already occurred to him that this sudden interruption must be connected to the fact that Scarlett had been found. If all five of the Gatekeepers were now out there and known to each other, that made them a greater danger to the Old Ones, and it was no surprise that they'd want to take action. It was exactly what he and Richard had been worrying about. On the other hand, it could be a false alarm. Over the past four months, there had been plenty enough of those. Sometimes the children came out from the town, looking for food or something to steal. Professor Chambers kept llamas for their wool, and one of them might have broken loose. The system was sensitive. Even a bat or a large moth might have been enough to set it off.
    Matt hurried into the main room. There was a computer standing on a table in the corner and it had already activated itself, automatically connecting to the radar on the roof. It showed a single blip moving slowly and purposefully toward the front door. It was half past one. A bit late for a visitor.
    Jamie and Scott had come downstairs, fully dressed. Pedro followed them — barefoot like Matt, but then he often preferred to walk without shoes. He was yawning and pulling on a sweater. Joanna Chambers had arrived ahead of everyone. She was wearing an old dressing gown. Matt watched her open the gun cabinet and take out a rifle. So far, nobody had spoken.

    "What's happening?" Jamie asked.
    "A single figure moving through the garden." She nodded at the computer. "It looks like there's only one of them, but we can't be sure."
    Richard went over and examined the screen. "I'd say he's trying not to be seen," he muttered. "Why don't we take a look at him?"
    He leaned over and pressed a switch. This was another part of the security system. The entire garden was instantly lit up by a series of arc lamps so bright that it was as if he had set off a magnesium flare.
    Matt blinked. It was quite shocking to see the brilliant colors, the wide green lawn, so late at night.
    There was a single figure, a man, trapped in the middle of the lawn. He was dressed in a linen jacket, jeans, and a polo shirt buttoned up to the neck. There was a canvas bag across his shoulder. As the lights had come on, he had frozen and stood there with his hands half covering his eyes, momentarily blinded.
    He seemed to be on his own. He certainly wasn't carrying any visible weapons. Richard opened the French windows. Professor Chambers stepped outside.
    "Stay where you are!" she shouted. "I have a gun pointing at you."
    "There is no need for that!" the man shouted back in heavily accented English. "I am a friend."
    "What do you want?"
    "I want to speak to the boy. Matthew Freeman. Is he here?"
    Richard glanced at Matt, who moved forward, stepping through the French windows. He was careful not to go too far. Professor Chambers lifted the gun, covering him. "What's your name?" he called out.
    "Ramon." The man cupped his hand over his eyes, shielding them, trying to make him out.
    "Where have you come from?"
    "From Lima." The man hesitated, unsure what to do, whether to move forward or not. He seemed to be pinned there by the light. "Please…are you Matthew? I am here because I want to help you."
    Pedro had come over to the window. He was standing next to Matt. "Why does he come, like a thief, in the middle of the night?" he muttered. Matt nodded. He knew that Pedro was the most suspicious of them all. Maybe it was something to do with the life he'd once led.
    Richard agreed. "We can ask him to come back in the morning," he muttered.

    But Matt wasn't so sure. "What do you want?" he shouted.
    The man hadn't moved. "I will show you when I am inside," he said. He looked around him. "Please… it is not safe for me out here."
    Matt knew he had to make a decision. It was something he was finding more and more. Although he was in the professor's house and she and Richard were far older than him, he always seemed to be the one in charge.
    Quickly, he turned over the options. They were all supposed to be leaving the house at ten o'clock the next morning, driving up to Lima to catch the flight that would take them to London. This was no time to be meeting with complete strangers. On the other hand, there were six of them and one of him.
    Professor Chambers had a weapon. And the man seemed genuine enough.
    "All right!" Matt called out. "Come