CHAPTER 17
Humphrey snorted in his sleep, startling himself awake. The clock on his bedside table read six-thirty, and no light was coming through his window. He rolled over, sinking his head into the pillow, a snore already threatening in his throat.
A sharp rapping came at the door. Bleary-eyed, he tried to ignore it. The rapping came again, louder and more insistent. He groaned; heaving his sizable bulk from the bed and wrapping himself in his dressing gown, he opened the door.
His neighbour, Johnathan, was standing there, his hand poised in a fist as though he had been in mid-knock, a look of urgency etched onto his face. ‘Humphrey!’ He pushed Humphrey back into the room so they could shut the door. ‘I need your help.’
Humphrey yawned. The boy was far too energetic for this time of
