CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Chris looked up at the fancy-looking manor house. He’d seen pictures of this type of building in history class. The doors were even shorter in real life.
“Come on then,” he said, bolstering forward. “Let’s see if Oliver’s here.”
He took hold of the shiny gold door knocker and thunked it down repeatedly. The noise was so loud it echoed through the entire street. Chris grinned to himself as he kept hammering the knocker over and over again.
Suddenly, the door opened. A butler stood there, dressed in the fanciest clothes for the period. Chris couldn’t even hold in his laughter. The man looked ridiculous. He was wearing tights!
“Yes?” the man asked, gazing at the group of children with a suspicious expression.
“We’re looking for someone,” Chris said. “We think he might
