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By then Caul had wriggled into the corridor and was halfway down it I could hearfrom the other end They hadn’t escaped yet Perhaps they refused to leave Miss Peregrine behind (ornow, as best he could He’d spied the other large urn and was heading right for it I took a few li steps toward him He reached the urn and tipped it over Its blue liquid hissed into the channel and began circulating toward the spirit pool

He turned and saw me

He limped for the pool and I lian to rage and a colu

"WHO IS TAKING MY SOULS!" Caul bellowed froan to worm his way back into the chamber

I tackled Bentham--or fell on him, whichever you prefer I eak and dizzy, and he was old and brittle, and ere just about a led briefly, and when it was clear I had hiot to do this I’ at his hands, which were still flailing "I won’t listen to your lies"

"He’ll kill us all if you don’t let o, you’ll just help hiet so from his pocket

"No, I won’t!" he cried "I’ve ht if you let me help you"

"Helpslowly out of corridor, roaring about his souls

"My vest pocket!" Bentham shouted "There’s a paper in it One I carry with o of one of his hands and reached into his pocket I found a small piece of folded paper, which I tore open

"What is this?" I said It ritten in Old Peculiar; I couldn’t read it

"It’s a recipe Show it to the ymrbynes They’ll knohat to do"

A hand reached over my shoulder and snatched the paper frorine, battered but human