Gore had his back to them. He appeared to be strapping Miss Fitt to a long black bench surrounded by electrical wires and tubes. These all led to a gigantic machine covered with knobs and switches and dials and lights. A flash of lightning revealed the words on the machine: MONSTER MEGACHARGER PROPERTY OF F. AND K. STYNE & CO. “Wow,” said Boris. “What on earth is that?” “Well, it isn’t a floor polisher, that’s for certain,” said Lee. “I don’t like the look of it,” said Bella. “I think it’s a charging machine,” said Billy. “I read about them in Junior Science Freakly. They’re for recharging monsters when their power runs out. A bit like a battery charger.” “That’s it!” said Bella. “When Miss Fitt said she was ‘nearly running out,’ she meant she was nearly running out of power. Old Gore’s going to recharge her!” “Come on,” said Lee. “Let’s go closer while his back is turned.” The bats zipped across the attic to the cobwebby shadows just above the machine.
