A handful of seagulls squawked back at her from above, but Scrap didn’t care. She blew the whistle again, even harder, and the others laughed with relief. ‘You did it!’ Alfie cried, the wind ruffling his hair over his eyes. Scrap cartwheeled down the path and Moll and Siddy hurried to keep up with her. ‘Thank you, Scrap,’ Moll said. Siddy nodded. ‘We never would’ve found this without you!’ Scrap twizzled her dreadlocks in delight and Siddy lifted Hermit out of his pocket. ‘Look, Hermit – the sea!’ Two shaking pincers reached imploringly from their shell towards the coast. Then a set of eyes appeared, caught sight of the lighthouse and glazed over with dread. Moll bent down to Gryff. ‘We’ve found it,’ she whispered. ‘We’re closer to the amulet now and it’s going to help you, I know it.’ She stroked the fur beneath his chin and Gryff purred back, leaning helplessly into Moll’s body. The track skirted round the edge of the cliff amid the bracken and Moll swallowed as she took in the sheer white face of rock plunging down to the sea.
