a tin tray attached to the side of the bath for safely holding their snacks as well as a pen and a writing pad for getting ideas down. He and Matty, with help from Donald, had spent a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon constructing it. The tray worked like one of those old-fashioned metal soap holders you hooked over the side of a bath. It was a bit wobbly, but it didnât fall off.
âI suppose the worst that could happen would be for the Farquay-Joneses to take legal action,â said Matty, swallowing the last of her muffin.
âYes,â said Bill, and then he took a long drink of his fruit juice and placed the glass back onto the tray. âBut I donât think theyâd do anything that drastic. What worries me is that Isabelle will plan a really dreadful revenge.â
âCrispin definitely needs protection,â said Mat.
âI thought youâd say that,â said Bill. âWhat should we do?â
âThe first step would be for him to join our club.â
âBut Mat, the clubâs just for us!â said Bill. For the first time in their friendship, Bill felt a painful stab of jealousy. He even wondered if he should suggest they forget about rescuing Crispin â anything but lose the special bond he had with Matty, the dearest, most precious friend heâd ever had.
âBill, youâll always be my best friend,â said Matty, âbut friendship needs space to grow, and it needs to be shared with others. Otherwise, itâll sort of grow stale. If you donât share what you have, it can die. Humans are made that way.â
âI just donât know how a club of three would work, thatâs all,â said Bill, trying not to sound as sour as he felt. âI mean, how would we all fit into the Think Tank?â
âThatâs a very good question,â said Mat, staring into the leafy water.
âSee, it wonât work,â said Bill. âThereâs hardly space in here for the two of us.â
âI believe I have a solution,â said Mat, suddenly looking up at Bill.
âWell?â he said.
âHereâs how it will work. You and I are club Life Members. Because Crispin is only here for a few weeks, heâll be an Associate Member. Only Life Members are allowed to meet in the Think Tank. When Associate Members are present, weâll have meetings in other, secret locations.â
Bill felt a wave of relief pass over him. He and Mat were still going to be special. He could certainly allow Crispin to be an Associate Member.
âSo when do we let him know he can join?â asked Bill.
âHang on there. He canât join just like that,â said Mat, clicking her fingers.
âHe canât?â
âOf course not,â said Mat. âHe has to pass his tests of courage and endurance.â
âBut he needs our help now,â said Bill. âHe doesnât have time. It took me ages to pass my tests.â
âWe could cut them down from four to three tests,â said Mat. âAnd keep them as simple as possible.â
âThatâs a start,â said Bill.
âOkay, then. Letâs have suggestions,â said Mat.
âWell, some sort of physical endurance test,â said Bill.
âGot it!â said Mat. âA triathlon.â
âGood one,â said Bill. âAnd follow that with eating something disgusting.â
âHeâs just had to do that with oysters,â said Mat, âbut maybe we could find something almost as bad.â
âWe need a third test,â said Bill.
âSomething that needs guts, like when you had to get past that bully, Freckles McCann, with the bag of lollies,â said Mat.
âThat guy and his gang still hang around the primary school, especially on weekends.â
âLetâs make use of him again, then,â said Mat. âHow about Crispin has to do anything in his power to give Freckles a
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