Trenton Lee Stewart - The Mysterious Benedict Society

Text copyright 2007 by Trenton Lee Stewart

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ISBN: 978-0-316-03211-7

For Elliot

T.L.S.

I n a city called Stonetown, near a port called Stonetown Harbor, a boy named Reynie Muldoon was preparing to take an important test. It was the second test of the day the first had been in an office across town. After that one he was told to come here, to the Monk Building on Third Street, and to bring nothing but a single pencil and a single rubber eraser, and to arrive no later than one oclock. If he happened to be late, or bring two pencils, or forget his eraser, or in any other way deviate from the instructions, he would not be allowed to take the test, and that would be that. Reynie, who very much wanted to take it, was careful to follow the instructions. Curiously enough, these were the only ones given. He was not told how to get to the Monk Building, for example, and had found it necessary to ask directions to the nearest bus stop, acquire a schedule from a dishonest bus driver who tried to trick him into paying for it, and walk several blocks to catch the Third Street bus. Not that any of this was difficult for Reynie Muldoon. Although he was only eleven years old, he was quite used to figuring things out for himself.

From somewhere across the city, a church bell struck the half hour. Twelve-thirty. He still had a while to wait. When hed checked the doors of the Monk Building at noon, they were locked. So Reynie had bought a sandwich at a deli stand and sat down on this park bench to eat. A tall building in Stonetowns busiest district must surely have many offices inside, he thought. Locked doors at noon seemed a little peculiar. But then, what hadnt been peculiar about this whole affair?

To begin with, there was the advertisement. A few days before, Reynie had been reading the newspaper over breakfast at the Stonetown Orphanage, sharing sections with his tutor, Miss Perumal. (As Reynie had already completed all the textbooks on his own, even those for high school students, the orphanage director had assigned him a special tutor while the other children went to class. Miss Perumal didnt quite know what to do with Reynie, either, but she was intelligent and kind, and in their time together they had grown fond of sharing the morning newspaper over breakfast and tea.)

The newspaper that morning had been filled with the usual headlines, several of them devoted to what was commonly called the Emergency: Things had gotten desperately out of control, the headlines reported; the school systems, the budget, the pollution, the crime, the weather... why, everything, in fact, was a complete mess, and citizens everywhere were clamoring for a major no, a dramatic improvement in government. Things must change NOW! was the slogan plastered on billboards all over the city (it was a very old slogan), and although Reynie rarely watched television, he knew the Emergency was the main subject of the news programs every day, as it had been for years. Naturally, when Reynie and Miss Perumal first met, they had discussed the Emergency at great length. Finding themselves quite in agreement about politics, however, they soon found such conversation boring and decided to drop the subject. In general, then, they talked about the other news stories, those that varied day to day, and afterward they amused themselves by reading the advertisements. Such was the case on that particular morning when Reynies life had so suddenly taken a turn.

Do you care for more honey with your tea? Miss Perumal had asked speaking in Tamil, a language she was teaching him but before Reynie could answer that of course he wanted more honey, the advertisement caught Miss Perumals eye, and she exclaimed, Reynie! Look at this! Would you be interested?

Miss Perumal sat across the table from him, but Reynie, who had no trouble reading upside down, quickly scanned the advertisements bold-printed words: ARE YOU A GIFTED CHILD LOOKING FOR SPECIAL OPPORTUNITIES? How odd, he thought. The question was addressed directly to children, not to their parents. Reynie had never known his parents, who died when he was an infant, and it pleased him to read a notice that seemed to take this possibility into account. But still, how odd. How many children read the newspaper, after all? Reynie did, but he had always been alone in this, had always been considered an oddball. If not for Miss Perumal he might even have given it up by now, to avoid some of the teasing.

I suppose I might be interested, he said to Miss Perumal, if you think I would qualify.

Miss Perumal gave him a wry look. Dont you play games with me, Reynie Muldoon. If you arent the most talented child Ive ever known, then Ive never known a child at all.

There were to be several sessions of the test administered over the weekend; they made plans for Reynie to attend the very first session. Unfortunately, on Saturday Miss Perumals mother fell ill and Miss Perumal couldnt take him. This was a real disappointment to Reynie, and not just because of the delay. He always looked forward to Miss Perumals company her laughter, her wry expressions, the stories she told (often in Tamil) of her childhood in India, even the occasional sighs she made when she didnt think he was aware. They were gentle and lilting, these sighs, and despite their melancholy Reynie loved to hear them. Miss Perumal sighed when she was feeling sad for him, he knew sad to see him teased by the other children, sad the poor boy had lost his parents and Reynie wished he hadnt worried her, but he did like knowing she cared. She was the only one who did (not counting Seymore, the orphanage cat, with whom Reynie spent the day in the reading room and he only wanted to be petted). Quite apart from his eagerness to take the special test, Reynie simply missed Miss Perumal.

He was hopeful, then, when Mr. Rutger, the orphanage director, informed him late that evening that Miss Perumals mother was considerably improved. Reynie was in the reading room again, the only place in the orphanage where he could be assured of solitude (no one else ever ventured into it) and freedom from persecution. At dinner, an older boy named Vic Morgeroff had tormented Reynie for using the word enjoyable to describe the book he was reading. Vic thought it too fancy a word to be proper, and soon had gotten the entire table laughing and saying enjoyable in mocking tones until Reynie had finally excused himself without dessert and retreated here.

Yes, shes much better, much better, said Mr. Rutger, through a mouthful of cheesecake. He was a thin man with a thin face, and his cheeks positively bulged as he chewed. Miss Perumal just telephoned with the news. She asked for you, but as you were not to be found in the dining hall, and I was in the middle of dinner, I took the message for you.

Thank you, said Reynie with a mixture of relief and disappointment. Cheesecake was his favorite dessert. Im glad to hear it.

Indeed, nothing like health. Absolutely nothing like it. Best thing for anyone, said Mr. Rutger, but here he paused in his chewing, with an unpleasant worried expression upon his face, as if he thought perhaps there had been an insect in his food. Finally he swallowed, brushed the crumbs from his waistcoat, and said, But see here, Reynie, Miss Perumal mentioned a