The Apothecary

Chapter 25

Science Team



Benjamin and Pip and I went to St Beden’s for the book while the apothecary and Jin Lo set off to collect provisions for the trip. In two hours, they were to meet Count Vili at the icebreaker Kong Olav, docked in the Thames—assuming Vili was safe and uncaptured. We were to go there to hand over the Pharmacopoeia, assuming the book was safe and uncaptured, too.

It was still early and school hadn’t started, but students were arriving and talking in little groups in the yard. I kept an eye out for Mr Danby as we walked up the school steps. I tried to look nonchalant, as if this were just another day at school, but I was uncomfortably aware that none of us had a uniform. I was wearing Benjamin’s clothes, and they looked dirty and slept-in. A mother dropping her daughter at school gave me a pinched look of censure.

We made our way to the chemistry classroom, where the door was open. Benjamin peered inside, then waved us in. The room was empty, and I looked anxiously to the shelf in the back, terrified that we’d let the apothecary down.

But the book was there, right where we’d left it. The Pharmacopoeia’s old brown leather spine blended in among the heavy textbooks and binders. Benjamin pulled the book down and put it in his satchel, where it stuck out as usual.

“Good morning,” a Russian voice said behind us, and we whirled, expecting the worst.

But it was only Sergei Shiskin, standing in the door of the chemistry classroom. The shock of hair over his eyes was greasy, and he looked unwell.

“Sergei,” I said. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” he said, but his face twitched and he grimaced as if he was trying not to cry. “I don’t know anything!”

“Did something happen to your father?”

“No!” he said, too quickly.

“You can tell us,” I said. “We’re your friends.”

Pip tiptoed around behind him, unnoticed, and closed the classroom door.

Sergei jumped at the sound. “I can’t tell you anything!”

“Yes, you can,” I said. “We have no secrets in science team.” I sounded sinister even to myself, but we had to know what he knew.

Benjamin reached for a beaker full of clear liquid on a lab table and held it up. “We just made up some Smell of Truth,” he said. “A fresh batch.”

“No, please!” Sergei begged.

“You know how it works,” I said. “You might as well tell us.”

“I can’t!”

“Then you leave me no choice,” Benjamin said, and he threw the liquid to the floor at Sergei’s feet, where it splashed on his heavy black shoes. I hoped it was just water and not some kind of acid. “Smell that?” Benjamin said. “You’ll have to tell us now.”

Poor Sergei looked stricken. We had surrounded him, so he couldn’t get away from the spill without knocking one of us over. The clear liquid didn’t smell like anything, but it did spread slowly and ominously over the floor.

“You saw your father break,” Benjamin said. “And he’s strong. You won’t be able to resist telling us.”

Sergei put his hands over his face and moaned.

“That strange feeling must be coming over you now,” I said.

“Please,” Sergei begged. “Don’t make me. My mother—” He stopped.

“What about your mother?” Benjamin asked.

When Sergei finally succumbed, I thought it was to the need to talk to someone as much as to the idea of the Smell of Truth. “They have her!” he wailed. “The MGB does. Soviet security. In Moscow. They know about your father’s plan, they know everything. They told my father to play along and help the Soviets take the boat, or they will kill my mother and my sister.”

We stared at him.

“Is that true?” Benjamin asked.

Sergei gestured to the water on the floor. “How can I lie?”

“We have to tell my father,” Benjamin said.

“No!” Sergei cried. “He will send my father away, and my father must be on the boat! They will have watchers to see him go.”

“Then we have to go along and stop him, once the boat has left,” Benjamin said.

“But my mother!” Sergei said.

“We’ll think of some way to protect her,” Benjamin said. “Don’t worry.”

There was a pause as we all tried to think of what way that might possibly be.

“First we have to get aboard,” Pip said.

“We could use . . . the rubbish bin,” I said. It didn’t seem right to talk about being invisible in front of Sergei.

“We’d freeze to death, naked,” Benjamin said.

“What rubbish bin?” Sergei asked, sniffing away tears. “Why naked?”

“We’d need to find really warm clothes,” I said. “Fur coats or something, and get them on board somehow.”

We all looked at each other, stumped—except for Sergei, who was too traumatised to be stumped. The bell rang for class, but no one came in.

“There’s that girl, Sarah,” Pip said finally.

“Yes?” I said.

“That’s a girl who’d have fur coats.”

“But not a girl who’d give them to us.”

Pip grinned. “I’ve got half a crown says she does. Or I will have half a crown, from that spotty chess bloke. I’ll give you odds.”



Benjamin’s and my school uniforms were still in the cupboard, and we changed into those behind the rolling blackboard to look less conspicuous. We agreed that Sergei should go to class and try to act normal, and not cry. Pip would go look for Sarah Pennington—watching out for Mr Danby— and Benjamin and I would stay in the chemistry classroom to make more of the invisibility solution. We couldn’t use it right away because we still had to take the Pharmacopoeia to the apothecary, but we could take a concentrated version with us, and find something later to use as a soaking tub.

Before Pip left, I remembered that we’d already melted down my earrings. “We need gold!” I said.

“I’ll get that, too,” Pip said. “But the bet’s now at five bob.”

Benjamin opened the Pharmacopoeia to the page with the invisibility solution, and the process went more quickly this time. We remembered the words, and didn’t need to go step-by-step with the Latin primer, or wrestle with my feelings about my grandmother’s earrings. We ground and dissolved and titrated until Pip came back with Sarah Pennington.

As they walked into the room, Pip was talking to Sarah, and even though he was shorter than she was, he had a confidence that matched hers. It didn’t come from having money, it came from having no money, and from knowing how to survive. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“I didn’t know there was a science competition,” she said.

“Course there is,” Pip said. “We won last year, at my old school.”

Sarah looked up and realised there were other people in the room. “Hi, Janie,” she said. “Did you win, too? Back in California?”

I was getting tired of her mocking tone. “Why do you keep saying ‘California’ that way?”

Pip shot me a warning look—for challenging his girl? For messing with his bet?

“What way?” Sarah asked.

“Like it’s a joke. It’s a real place.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Sorry,” she said. “So what’s your project?”

“We melt down a piece of jewelry,” Pip said. “And then we bring it back, just as it was.”

Sarah fingered the gold necklace around her neck, with its heart-shaped charm. “Exactly as it was?”

“It’s a project on the conservation of matter,” Benjamin said.

“Do you have a jeweller remake it?”

“No.”

“Then it’s impossible.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is!”

“So give me your necklace, and I’ll show you,” Pip said.

Sarah pressed her lips together. Then she ducked her head to unfasten the gold chain. I glanced at Benjamin to see if he was looking at the mesmerising back of her neck, but he was peering into the crucible. Sarah dropped the necklace into Pip’s hand, and his fingers closed over the little heart.

“It’s still warm,” he said.

Sarah laughed. “Go on. You can really bring it back?”

“We can do way more than that,” Pip said, which I realised wasn’t technically a lie. We could do more than recover a melted necklace—we just couldn’t do that.

Pip handed the necklace to me, and I held it over the hot ceramic crucible.

I hesitated for a second, but Benjamin caught my eye and nodded. What did a rich girl’s necklace matter, against the possibility of his father being captured in the North Sea, or of a Soviet atomic bomb going off because Leonid Shiskin had decided that his wife’s life was more important than the apothecary’s? I dropped the necklace in. Sarah could always get another one. It didn’t look like it had been her grandmother’s.

“So when do you bring it back?” she asked.

“At the competition,” Benjamin said. “It’ll be very dramatic.”

“Did you come from Mr Danby’s class?” I asked her. I wondered if he was still blinded.

“Yes, but we have a substitute, Miss Walsh,” she said. “You know, I don’t believe you can bring that necklace back.”

“We have another favour to ask you, Sarah,” Pip said.

“Oh?”

“This lot said you wouldn’t help us,” Pip said, “but I said you would. I said you’re the kind of girl who would naturally help.”

“I gave you my necklace, didn’t I?”

“This is more important.”

“All right.”

“It’s really important.”

“So what is it?”

“They didn’t even think you’d have what we need.”

Sarah stamped her pretty foot with impatience. “Why don’t you just tell me!” she said.