Clockwork Nessie, Part 9
Wait a minute. I jumped into their banter. “A monster in Loch Ness? Near Dog Island? Who saw this creature, Thomas?”
“’Twere Mrs. Fairfax, the baker’s sister. She said she were out early on her way to the bakery, and as she passed by Dog Island, she saw the monster lift its terrible head. It stopped and looked right through her, then slipped back under. Never made a sound, almost like it were a shade.”
“Don’t believe him, Miss, he’s full of fables, this one.” Sarah gave Thomas a friendly nudge in the arm that elicited a sly smile from the man.
Had I overheard their conversation on the way to the shore, I’d have dismissed it as the idle chatter of a man trying to impress his girl. The note had mentioned Dog Island, one of two small islands in Loch Ness. Had Papa made more than one creature?
“I think I’d like to visit Dog Island. Do you think you could arrange it for me, Thomas?”
He regarded me with new interest. “Aye, I can row you over today if you like, but why would you want to go there, Miss? It’s naught but an old hunting lodge, only used in early Fall.”
“And don’t forget the monster lying in wait to eat you if you get too close.” Sarah lifted a coquettish brow.