Chapter 172: Ballroom
“What is it, Balthazar?!” Olivia asked, running to his side and following his gaze up the stairs. “Did you see someone?”
“No,” said the deflated crab.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Stairs,” he plainly stated, pointing at the steps in front of him with his pincer. “It seems whoever lives here knows my one true weakness. Very crafty.”
The young woman looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure these just come by default in houses with more than one floor.”
“You’ve got legs,” said Suze. “Can’t you just… walk up the steps?”
“It doesn’t work like that!” the miffed crustacean said. “Crabs and stairs just don’t work together. Trust me.”
The little girl rolled her eyes. “What then? We just turn around and go home?”
“Look!” said Olivia, pointing past Suze’s shoulder. “A dumbwaiter.”