**The Magic Number Nine**

Last week, I promised I would show you part of ‘Keepers of the Past’ which I cut from the book. (More details of how the book is going are at the end of this post.) The cut section is below in its raw form, before I made any corrections or edits. The book, of course, will be laid out properly. I can’t get WordPress to do indents and things, so, sorry about the layout.

**Keepers of the Past: Extract**

The scene. Joe is intrigued by the mysterious standing stones and stone circles he has been visiting on Bodmin Moor. Many of them have nine stones, and he has uncovered more coincidences involving the numbers nine and eighteen. These have led him to believe that a friend’s cousin is in trouble. Joe is deaf, so Dalston is interpreting for him. Frank is at the academy because he has an unusual talent for mathematics (and tailoring, but otherwise, he’s uneducated and he swears a lot, be warned).

Joe, Dalston and Frank are in the study where there is a chalkboard. Joe has asked him to explain why nine is considered a magic number.

‘Look here,’ Frank said, taking the chalk from Joe and shoeing him away. ‘This is what I can tell you about the sodding number nine, right? Sit down, pay attention and you’ll be fucking amazed.’

Joe did as instructed, sitting forward in the armchair, his chin on his fists, and his eyes flitting between Dalston’s fingers and Frank writing on the board.

‘The number nine is special,’ Frank began. ‘Dalston, what’s two nines?’

‘Eighteen.’

‘Right. What’s three?’

Dalston started counting on his fingers.

‘Nah, you don’t have to do that,’ Frank interrupted and held up his hands. ‘Look, Joe. You want to know what three nines make?’

‘Twenty seven.’

‘Yeah, alright, so you’re a bloody genius. Look.’ Frank bent the middle finger of his left hand. ‘Take down number three, and you’re left with what? Two on one side and seven on the other. Twenty seven.’ Doing the same with the next finger, he said, ‘Take down number four, you’re left with three and six, and that ain’t the price of me fucking hat. It’s what four nines make. Do it with your little finger, Dalston.’

Dalston did, and realised he was left with four fingers on one hand and five on the other.

‘Right, forty five. So it goes on up to ten.’ Frank bent the thumb of his right hand, leaving nine fingers in a row. ‘Ninety.’

‘So, you’ve got a trick to remember your nine times table,’ Dalston said with a smirk. ‘Not exactly genius material, mate. What’s your point?’

‘Want to see another bit of magic, Joe?’

Joe was enthralled, bending his fingers and marvelling at the results.

‘Joe?’ Frank waved in his sightline. ‘Watch this.’

Back at the board, he wrote a list of numbers.

*9, 18, 27, 36, 45, 54, 63, 72, 81, 90.*

‘That’s your nine times table up to ninety, right? Notice anything about it?’ When neither Joe nor Dalston could answer, he added a zero before the first nine. ‘Now? No? Bloody hell…’ Frank sighed and drew a vertical line. ‘If I stuck a mirror between the two fives… between forty-five and fifty-four right there, you’d get the same sequence of numbers going forwards as you would going back. The last five numbers are a mirror bleeding image of the first. Get it?’

‘Yes. So?’

‘It only happens with nine,’ Frank said. ‘That’s why they call nine a magic number. Do it with your three or your seven, five, whatever, you won’t get the same mirror image. And there’s something else. Give us a number with nine in it, Joe. Any one with two digits, that’s two…’

‘I-o,’ Joe interrupted, and signed nine and six.

Frank wrote them on the board, *96*, said, ‘Here’s another bit of magic for you,’ and beside it, wrote *69*. ‘Take any two-digit number involving nine, reverse it, and take one away from the other… Ninety six minus sixty nine, we get seventy two. Seven plus two makes nine.’

‘Yeah?’ Dalston said, thinking that was just another coincidence. ‘What about forty-nine take away ninety-four? You can’t do that.’

”Course you can.’Frank wrote on the board.

*49 minus 94 = -45 *

*4 + 5 = 9*

‘Just have to go to the left of zero and into minus. It works there too, see? Anyhow, me point is, Joe, the number nine is a weird one. Oh, hang on, there’s something else.’

More scratching on the board, the shrill squeal of chalk, and a few swearwords later, Frank had produced another list.

‘Joe. We got nine, and we got eighteen.’ He pointed to the numbers as he spoke. ‘One and eight is nine like you say. Then, we got twenty-seven. Two and seven make?’

‘Nine.’

‘Correct. Three and six? Nine. Four and Five? Nine, and so on.’

‘I never thought of that,’ Dalston said, doubt now turning to intrigue.

‘That’s ‘cos you ain’t the fucking mathematical genius, ain’t it,’ Frank tutted. ‘Give us a number. Any number.’

Dalston faltered, scrambling for something that wasn’t written on the board. ‘Seventy six.’

Frank wrote it, and turned to Joe.

‘How old are you, Joe?’

‘Nineteen.’

Frank wrote that on the board, and asked Dalston for another number; a higher one.

‘One hundred and sixty-two,’ came out of his mouth for no reason.

‘And I’m going to write this, ‘cos it’s the year.’

There were now four numbers on the board. *76, 19, 162* and *1890*.

Frank stood to the side, reminding Dalston of a schoolteacher, except the ones he’d known were older than twenty and didn’t swear so much.

‘Dalston,’ Frank said, making him sit up straight and expect a telling off. ‘What’s nine times seventy-six?’

‘How the fuck would I know?’

‘Bloody hell,’ Frank muttered, and chalked up the answer. ‘Seventy-six times nine is six hundred and eighty-four.’ He’d worked it out in a heartbeat, and Dalston could only assume he was correct. ‘And the others…’

A few seconds passed, and the chalkboard was now a confusing mess of numbers that blurred Dalston’s vision.

*76 x 9 = 684 *

*19 x 9 = 171*

*162 x 9 = 1,458*

*1890 x 9 = 17,010*

‘Do you see where I’m leading you with this?’

Dalston interpreted the question to Joe, and they stared at each other for a second before Joe made the sign for* lunatic*.

Laughing, Dalston said, ‘No, Frank, we ain’t got a clue. What are you trying to say?’

‘Ain’t it obvious?’

‘No.’

‘Right! Look here, seventy-six times nine makes six hundred and eighty-four, right?’

‘I’ll take your word for it.’

‘Good, ‘cos I ain’t fucking lying. Add up six, eight and four and what do you get?’

Joe gasped and signed, ‘Eighteen.’

‘Correct. Add one and eight?’

‘Nine.’

‘And we’re back to the sodding start. Who wants to go next on this merry-go-round? Dalston, what’s one plus seven plus one?’

‘Nine.’

‘And if you add up the others, you’ll get to some division of nine. Always.’

‘Always?’

‘Yup.’

‘That’s incredible.’

‘No, it ain’t. It’s just how it works, and that, Joe, is another reason some people reckon the number nine is fucking magic. Gets me every time, I have to say. No matter what you multiply by nine, you can always add the individual numbers of the answer and keep going until you got one digit, and it’ll always be nine. One last random one to prove me point, then I’m getting another drink.’

A little more scratching on the board, and Frank finished his lecture with a large random number.

*14,892 x 9 = 134,028 *

*1 + 3 + 4 + 0 + 2 + 8 = 18*

*1 + 8 = 9*

He signed his work, Frank Andino, and poured himself a healthy glass of brandy, saying, ‘If you want to know about all your number nine, Joe, then all I can tell you is that it’s a fucking weird one. No wonder they was writing it everywhere, putting up rocks and stuff, but I don’t see what it’s got to do with a bloke getting killed, nor young David’s cousin, neither.’

I cut most of this as I worked on later drafts. Why? Simply because there is too much explanation, and it is not all relevant to the plot. I realised that I’d put such a lengthy explanation in there because a) I thought it was fascinating, and b) in writing the scene, what I was doing was explaining it to myself. In the redraft, the interesting information is still there, but I summed it up in a couple of paragraphs. Although I have kept one or two of the examples, showing digits rather than words, there are fewer of them. This, I hope, will get the point across without confusing the reader, as the above first draft does.

**Keepers of the Past: Update**

As I write, I am doing my final read-through having completed the various drafts and used ProWritingAid to conduct a line edit. The final draft goes to my proofreader next week, and once it is back, I will have one last read before uploading it all to Amazon. I have the front cover and will reveal it soon. My designer is working on the full cover for the paperback, and I have two illustrations ready to use at the front of the book. Everything is in place, and, with luck, we’re looking at a release date towards the end of the first week of November. I’ll let you know.

Well, that’s it from me for this week. The summer season is winding down here on our Greek island, and we have swapped the fans for the heaters, and the summer wardrobe for the winter one, but the days are still warm, and the sun continues to shine. Have a good week, and I will be back next Saturday. Meanwhile, keep in touch through my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/jacksonmarshauthor

JM