“Mr. Waters. What an unpleasant surprise,” said the Librarian.
“Can I talk with you for a moment? It’s important.”
“There’s a man,” he said looking around, “in one of the aisles in the Occult section.”
“That happens,” she said.
“No. Not like this,” he whispered. “He’s unconscious and there’s a…there’s a…gargoyle perched on him.”
“Is he wearing a blue shirt?”
“No, the man,” she sighed.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“He’s a thief. Sammy, that’s the gargoyle, is security in that part of the library.”
“A gargoyle is part of the security?”
“He does a great job, too.”
“Do something! We can’t have unconscious people laying around in the aisles.”
“Fine,” she sighed, removing her feet from her desk. “I’ll do something, now please leave my office and stop ratting people out, or I’ll send Jenifer after you. She’s a much BIGGER gargoyle and she can turn people to stone.”
“The Dean got a call from the press today,” he said. “They told him they have him on tape and there are photographs, of him speaking with your group.”
“I’m sure he wasn’t happy about that,” said the Librarian, smiling.
“Indeed not,” mumbled Mr. Waters. “I know we haven’t always gotten along. I mean our way of doing things are very different, but I think that what’s happening to women on campus is terrible and I want you to know…that I support what you’re doing.”
“Why Mr. Waters,” crooned the Librarian, “you do have a backbone.”
He nodded. “If you need any help, just let me know. And please, call me Jim.” Then he turned and walked away.
“What happened here, Sammy?” asked the Librarian, staring at the man on the floor, with the gargoyle sitting on him.
Sammy started explaining, but the Librarian held up her hand. “My sweet friend. I know you once lived in Paris, but as I said before, I do not speak French. So please, tell me what happened in English.”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” said the gargoyle. “This guy was going through the stacks and he found what he was looking for and tried to hide the book under his shirt. So, I took him down.”
The Librarian sat on the floor next to the body and caressed the gargoyle’s face. “You are so incredibly beautiful. The gargoyle hopped onto her lap and allowed himself to be hugged. “Thank you.”
He nodded, his rough exterior pilling her shirt.
The man moaned. The gargoyle stared at him. “Do you want me to put him out again?”
“No, but thank you. I want to talk to him.”
“I can call Jenifer,” he offered, helpfully. “She can turn him to stone and we can stick him in the basement.”
“How kind and generous you are,” she said, kissing his forehead. “But, I’ve got this.”
“You only have to say my name,”
“Thank you, but you can go to your nest and I’ll take care of things from here.”
The gargoyle nodded and disappeared.”
“What the…” groaned the man, reaching for his head. “Ow.”
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He let his arm drop. “I feel as if I way a ton and was that a gargoyle you were talking to, or do I have a head injury?”
The Librarian stood up. “I think you better come to my office. Now.”