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At first, Johnny Dixon doesn’t believe Professor Childermass’s story about Evaristus Sloane, the insane inventor of a fiendish, baseball-pitching robot. Then Johnny sees faces at his window at night, and senses he’s being followed. Old Sloane has invented a new, improved robot, and he only needs one thing to bring it to life—Johnny’s eyes. A under the big top. Is one of the clowns really a criminal?

Thirteen-year-old Johnny Dixon is put in jeopardy when he and ...

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Overview

At first, Johnny Dixon doesn’t believe Professor Childermass’s story about Evaristus Sloane, the insane inventor of a fiendish, baseball-pitching robot. Then Johnny sees faces at his window at night, and senses he’s being followed. Old Sloane has invented a new, improved robot, and he only needs one thing to bring it to life—Johnny’s eyes. A under the big top. Is one of the clowns really a criminal?

Thirteen-year-old Johnny Dixon is put in jeopardy when he and Professor Childermass try to find a robot made many years ago by an evil wizard.

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Children's Literature - Scott S. Floyd
"Watch his eyes," a dad tells his son about a pitcher. Well, you had better watch your eyes before they become the pitcher's in this gothic tale. In true Poe fashion, this modern horror tale turns baseball from pastime to ghost time. A mad (in more ways than one) scientist has returned to Duston Heights to exact his revenge on Johnny Dixon's grandfather. The only problem is he uses Johnny to accomplish it. The scientist, Evaristus Sloane, has created a pitching robot that uses human eyes and black magic to become almost human. His initial robot was thwarted by Johnny's granddad 50 years earlier. Now he is back and ready to out-pitch a pro player for a ten-thousand-dollar payoff. Sloane needs Johnny's eyes and a little black magic to finish his project. The robot is uncontrollable and it is up to Johnny and his friends Fergie and the professor to foil the plan and put the killer robot to rest for good. I hated to put this book down. If you have a thriller book lover in your house or classroom, this is a must-read. This title is part of the "Johnny Dixon Series."
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Gr 5-8 Johnny Dixon and Professor Childermass, along with their friend Byron ``Fergie'' Ferguson, are back in another imaginative chiller. Here the three are pitted against Evaristus Sloane, an insane wizard and inventor. But even more frightening than Sloane is a robot he invented some 50 years before. The robot was built to look like a baseball player and to pitch balls, but the Professor, Johnny, and Fergie discover a much darker side to the mechanism. After finding the dismantled robot in an abandoned house, the Professor reassembles it. But after placing its eyes back in the empty sockets, the Professor realizes too late that he has resurrected a killer machine. Not only must the robot be stopped but also its mad inventor before Johnny loses his eyes and his life to a terrifying scheme. As always, Bellairs skillfully runs a current of evil just beneath the surface of the commonplace. The supernatural is mixed with the ordinary so effortlessly and so naturally as to make even the most bizarre people and situations seem possible in a very unsettling way. A unique plot, marvelous characters, and non-stop suspense make for deliciously wicked fun. Drew Stevenson, Tompkins County Public Library, Ithaca, N.Y.
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“A unique plot, marvelous characters, and non-stop suspense make for deliciously wicked fun.” —Booklist
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780803703247
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 10/1/1986
  • Series: Johnny Dixon Mystery Ser.
  • Edition description: 1st ed
  • Pages: 176
  • Age range: 10 years
  • Product dimensions: 1.00 (w) x 1.00 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

John Bellairs is beloved as a master of Gothic young adult novels and fantasies. His series about the adventures of Lewis Barnavelt and his uncle Jonathan, which includes The House with a Clock in Its Walls, is a classic. He also wrote a series of novels featuring the character Johnny Dixon. Among the titles in that series are The Curse of the Blue FigurineThe Mummy, The Will,   and The CryptThe Spell of the Sorcerer’s Skull; and others. His solo novel The Face in the Frost is also regarded as a fantasy classic, and among his earlier works are St. Fidgeta and Other Parodies and The Pedant and the Shuffly.
 
Bellairs was a prolific writer, publishing more than one dozen novels before his untimely death in 1991.

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The Eyes of the Killer Robot

A Johnny Dixon Mystery: Book Five


By John Bellairs

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 1986 John Bellairs
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4976-2527-3


CHAPTER 1

"Go foul, you dirty dog! Go foul!"

Professor Childermass was on his feet, yelling and waving his arm toward the right field foul line. In his left hand he held a hot dog, and it was dripping mustard on his shoe. As the professor watched, the long fly ball twisted foul into the stands. With a relieved sigh, he sat down and took a bite of his hot dog. "Okay, Bullard!" he roared. "That's two strikes, and you know what comes next, you big stupid clodhopper!"

It was a summer day in the early nineteen-fifties, and Professor Roderick Childermass was at Boston's Fenway Park with his young friend Johnny Dixon. They were watching a baseball game between the Red Sox and the Yankees, and they were having a great time—except that Johnny got embarrassed sometimes, when the professor started screeching and yelling. They were an odd pair: the professor was short and elderly and crabby-looking, with wildly sprouting mutton-chop whiskers, gold-rimmed glasses, and a nose that looked like an overripe strawberry. Johnny also wore glasses, but he was pale and blond-haired, and about thirteen years old. Strange as it may seem, these two were good friends: Johnny lived with his grandfather and grandmother in the town of Duston Heights, Massachusetts, and the professor lived across the street. Although he had a rotten temper, the professor was a very kind and thoughtful person, and he had become sort of a foster father to Johnny. He took him places and baked cakes for him and listened to the things that he had to say. Johnny was shy and brainy and he did not make friends easily: except for the professor, he had only one other good friend in the world, a smart-alecky kid named Fergie Ferguson. A lot of people wondered why Johnny hung around with a cranky old man who was in his mid-seventies, but Johnny never wondered—he knew that his life would be a lot poorer and a lot emptier without the old man.

However, there were times when Johnny wished that he was far, far away from the professor. He was a quiet kid, so he always got upset when his elderly friend ranted and raved loudly at baseball games. Right now the professor was razzing one of the Yankee heavy hitters, the big left fielder, Cliff Bullard. He was up with two men on and two out in the eighth inning, and his team was behind. Billiard was not a nice guy: he was tough and egotistical and swaggering and mean. Also he was in a batting slump, and that did not help his mood any. As Bullard stood watching, the Red Sox manager went out to talk to his pitcher, and the professor went on yelling. The seats that he and Johnny were sitting in were close to the first-base line, so Bullard could hear every word. His face was getting red, and now and then he would glance angrily at the little old man who was giving him such a hard time.

"Please, professor!" said Johnny timidly. "I don't think you ought to yell so loud! That guy might get mad and come over here!"

The professor chuckled nastily. "Don't worry!" he said. "The big ape wouldn't dare show that he's upset—these Boston fans would climb all over him if he popped off at me. Relax! Razzing and bench-jockeying are part of the Great American Pastime. Hey, Bullard! Is it true you have sawdust where your brain is supposed to be?"

The Boston manager walked back to the dugout, and the pitcher went into the stretch. He reared back and let fly with a blazing fastball, and Bullard swung so hard that he almost fell down. The umpire yelled "Strrrike three!" and jerked his thumb in the air. After throwing another hateful look at the professor, Bullard turned and stalked back to the dugout with his bat in his hand. The Boston players trotted off the field, the crowd roared, and the professor started to laugh.

"I love to see that sort of thing happen!" he chortled. "Did you see the look he gave me? Oooh, was he mad!"

Johnny said nothing, but he winced slightly. He did not like the look that Bullard had given the professor, he did not like it at all. But then he told himself not to be such a nervous nit, and he went back to enjoying the game. The bottom of the eighth inning and the top of the ninth passed, and the Red Sox won. The professor and Johnny joined the crowd that was streaming out of the exits and into the street. As they walked, the professor began telling stories about old-time baseball players, like Van Lingle Mungo and Nap Lajoie. Suddenly he stopped. A large poster on a wall outside the ball park caught his eye. It was very colorful, with red and blue lettering and little hands pointing to important parts. The sign said:


BIG STRIKEOUT CONTEST!

During the week of October 12th to the 18th, Yankee slugger CLIFF BULLARD will be visiting stadiums and ball parks all over the state of Massachusetts. He challenges all local pitchers to try to strike him out! Believing that it will be impossible for anyone to do this, Mr. Bullard offers TEN THOUSAND SILVER DOLLARS as a prize. Strike him out, and the dollars are YOURS! CAN IT BE DONE? Come and find out, baseball fans!


With folded arms, the professor glared at the poster. "Humph!" he snorted. "If that isn't just like him! Cliff Bullard, world's greatest baseball player! Boy, wouldn't I love to see somebody throw three quick strikes past the big plug-ugly. Would he ever be surprised!" The professor sighed, and with a shrug of his shoulders, he turned away. "However," he added, "it isn't very likely that a local kid from Lynn or Marblehead would be able to do the trick. I mean, Cliff Bullard is a dangerous hitter—he's a creep, but he's murder with a bat in his hands. Big league pitchers can handle him—sometimes—but your average high school or college hurler couldn't. No, the money he's offering is pretty safe. He'll never have to ..."

The professor's voice trailed away, and a strange look came into his eyes. He rubbed his chin and grinned and made odd murmuring noises.

Johnny stared at the old man. "Professor, what's wrong? What're you thinking about?"

"Hm?" said the professor. He smiled vaguely and then shook his head, as if he were trying to wake himself up. "Oh—oh, yes. Well, if you must know, I was just remembering something that happened a long time ago. It was an odd incident, and your grampa was involved. But instead of telling you about it now, why don't we drive to the place where it all happened, and then I'll tell you. It's not very far from home. Come on."

The drive back to Duston Heights took about two hours, and the sun was low in the sky when they got there. But instead of driving into town, the professor swerved onto a side road. They drove past country stores and fire stations until they came to a weedy overgrown field with an old sagging green grandstand in the middle of it. The car rolled to a halt on the sandy shoulder next to the road, and the professor turned the motor off. Johnny got out and followed the professor over a rusty wire fence. As they got closer to the grandstand, Johnny could see that this was an abandoned baseball diamond. There was the pitcher's mound, and the lines of the basepaths could still be seen. Over all this the gaunt, wrecked grandstand loomed: its roof was full of holes, and the seats were warped and split and rotten.

Johnny looked around in awe. It was like visiting some ancient Roman ruin. "Who used to play here, professor?" he asked. "Was it a team from Duston Heights?"

The professor nodded. "Yes, it was. It was a semiprofessional team called the Spiders, and they were pretty darned good. Your grampa played for them back around 1900. Did you know that?"

Johnny's jaw dropped. "Really? He never told me that!"

The professor smiled sadly. "No, he wouldn't have—Henry's not the sort who would brag about his past accomplishments. But in his day your grampa was known as Cyclone Dixon. He had a blazing fastball, and his curveball wasn't so bad either. He won lots of games, but his career ended when a batter hit a line drive that smashed his big toe. He tried to come back and play before the toe was completely healed, and he changed his pitching style. After that he was never any good. But that's not what I brought you out here to talk about. I wanted to tell you about something very strange that happened in this ball park in the summer of 1901."

"What was it?" asked Johnny, who was really beginning to get interested.

The professor smiled mysteriously. "Come over here and sit down, and I'll tell you."

Johnny followed the professor over to the grandstands, and they sat down on one of the lower seats. The professor fumbled in his jacket pocket for cigarettes, lit one, and began to talk about a crazy inventor named Evaristus Sloane. Sloane had lived in a little town up in New Hampshire, but he came down to Duston Heights now and then to sell—or try to sell—his inventions. Actually, Sloane made his living as a blacksmith, but in his spare time he invented things—odd contraptions that nobody needed, like an eight-man tandem bicycle, and coffins equipped with whistles and bells that you could use if you got buried alive. All of Sloane's inventions flopped, and he got kind of bitter about it, but one bright summer day he came out to the ball park with a brand-new gadget: a pitching machine.

"You mean one of those catapult things that serve balls up to the plate so batters can practice their hitting?" asked Johnny.

The professor nodded. "Sort of. The odd thing about this machine was, it was shaped like a man. A big metal man with a metal baseball cap, a metal uniform, and a cast-iron arm that could heave a baseball at speeds up to one hundred and ten miles an hour." The professor sighed and puffed at his cigarette. "Now, you would think," he went on, "that this would be just the kind of machine that baseball players would want. They could use it for batting practice, and there would be no danger that one of their good pitchers might get hurt. At first, a lot of the players on the Spiders' team thought that Sloane's robot would be a great thing for them to have, but in the end they decided not to buy it."

Johnny blinked. "Why not?"

The professor smiled oddly. "Why not? Because your grandfather didn't like the blamed thing. He said there was something uncanny about it, something evil. For one thing, he didn't like the way the robot stared at him. He didn't like its eyes."

"Its eyes?"

The professor nodded. "Mm-hmm. That's what I said: its eyes. The robot had big staring glass eyes, and your grampa said that they really gave him the willies. Weird, eh? Well, your grampa talked to the other players, and he argued a bit. Finally he threatened to leave the team if they bought Sloane's robot." The professor rolled his eyes upward and grimaced. "As you might imagine," he went on, "that really did it! The Spiders did not want to lose a star player like Cyclone Dixon, and so they told Evaristus Sloane to get lost."

"What did Sloane do?" asked Johnny. "Did he get mad?"

The professor laughed. "Mad? He was furious! He told everybody off, and he said some very unpleasant things to your grandfather. Then he got some of the players to help him put the robot back into his wagon, and he drove off, still cursing and swearing. But that's not the end of the story."

Johnny looked puzzled. "It isn't?"

"Nope," said the professor. "It definitely is not. You see, a few weeks later, the great hitter 'Clutch' Klemm showed up in town—he was playing for another semipro team, the Pittsfield Turtles. Well, in his day, Klemm was as famous as our boy Bullard, and he arranged a contest just like the one we saw advertised on that poster at Fenway Park. Klemm offered one hundred dollars to anyone who could strike him out. Well, in those days, a hundred bucks was a lot of money, so all the Spiders' pitchers tried their best, but it was no use: Klemm lambasted the ball everywhere, and he even hit one shot that was longer than any that had ever been hit out of this ball park. Your grampa tried like everyone else, but he failed too. Well, at this point the sky started to get dark, as if there was a storm coming on, and out from behind the grandstand walked a man no one had ever seen before. He was tall and big-boned and he walked rather stiffly, and he had big, staring blue eyes. He walked right up to the managers of the two teams and asked if he could have a crack at winning the hundred dollars. Everybody was kind of startled, but they figured, heck, let the guy try, and Klemm picked up a bat. The strange guy trotted out to the mound then, and he went into his windup and threw."

Johnny edged forward on his seat. "So what happened then?"

The professor smiled. "What happened? Why, the first pitch came in so fast that Klemm couldn't see it. He swung at the second one, but he was way too late. And the third one was a cannon shot that darned near knocked the catcher down. Klemm swung at where he thought the ball was, but he was way too late. So the big lug won the contest, and he collected his hundred bucks, and he just walked away over the fields and vanished. No one ever saw him again. And now I'll tell you something very strange, John: Several of the people who watched the strange man pitch claimed that he was Sloane's robot!"

Johnny was startled. "The robot! How the heck could that be possible, professor?"

The professor shrugged. "You've got me. All I'm telling you is what people said after the strikeout contest was over. Folks sometimes get peculiar ideas into their heads—though I will have to admit that this idea was more peculiar than most. How could a living man be a robot, or vice versa? Even if Sloane had dressed his robot up in street clothes... well, even then, the figure was mounted on a little platform that rolled along on iron wheels, and it had a shiny metal face. No, it would never be mistaken for a living, breathing human being, unless ... unless ..."

Johnny leaned forward eagerly. "Yeah? Unless what, professor?"

The professor sighed and shook his head. "Unless nothing, John. As usual, I don't know what I'm talking about. Look, my rear end is getting cold from sitting on this bench, and besides, I promised your grandmother that I'd try to get you home before dark. Let's get a move on."

The professor got up, stretched, and started walking toward the car. Johnny followed, but as he went he turned and looked at the grassy hump that had once been the pitcher's mound. His grandfather had been out there pitching once upon a time. It was strange to think about. The story of the Man from Nowhere was also pretty strange, and it really fascinated Johnny. What did the professor mean by saying unless at the end of his tale? Was he just being silly, or was there really some way that a robot could pose as a human being? Johnny thought about this problem for a long time—as they rode on home, and while he ate his late supper, and as he lay in bed that night, waiting for sleep to come. But he didn't come up with any answers.

CHAPTER 2

The next morning, Johnny decided that he would ask Grampa about Evaristus Sloane and his robot. Grampa Dixon was a tall, slightly stooped old man with a high, domed forehead and a saggy, friendly face. He was standing at the kitchen stove pouring a cup of coffee when Johnny popped his question.

"The ... the professor was telling me about old Evaristus Sloane yesterday," said Johnny, hesitantly. "Is it all true? I mean, about the robot with the glass eyes?"

Grampa Dixon set the coffeepot down and turned around slowly. The look in his eyes showed that he was surprised and a bit upset. "My gosh!" he said. "What the heck got into Rod, anyway? Why'd he drag that old story outa the closet?"

"It's true, then, isn't it?" said Johnny excitedly. Then he added uncertainly, "I mean, did it really happen?"

Grampa nodded and sipped his coffee. "Oh, yeah, it's true all right!" he muttered. "Only ... well, I don't like t'think about Sloane very much. He must be dead by now, but I still can't get him outa my mind. He was a bad one, a real rotten egg, an' I still remember what he said to me that day, when I made the ball club turn him an' his robot down."

Johnny was extremely curious now. "Why, Grampa? What did he say?"

Grampa's mouth curled into a grim frown. "He said he'd get even with me, if it was the last thing he did. I dunno why, but I really took him seriously. I mean, what he said scared me, an' I had bad dreams about him later."

Johnny stared. "Did... did anything bad ever happen to you later?" he asked. "Did Sloane ever come to your house and try to—"

Grampa cut him off with a shake of his head. "Nope. He never did nothin' to me. But the trouble is, I still think about him every so often, an' I really wish Rod hadn't told you about him. Now, if y' don't mind, I got t'go out an' cut the grass. See ya later, Johnny."


(Continues...)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2013

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    Killer!!!!!!!!robot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2008

    WOW

    It was one of the best book i've ever read. I recomend it to childen above the age of 10

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2006

    Another Good Book by John Bellairs

    Would you ever think that a robot would kill people. Well he dos in the 'Eyes of the Killer Robot'. The author of the book is John Bellairs. There is a guy named Johnny and he has two friends that are scared that a robot is going to kill them. Johnny and his friends are trying to kill the robot. they are scared to mess with him because they dont want to die. They winded up killing the robot and saving everybodys lives from the masterious robot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2000

    GREAT BOOK

    IT WAS AWESOME.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2000

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    Mystery books are for kids you say? Well, this not just an ordinary mystery book. Eyes of the Killer Robot is an outstanding mystery book. I loved this book! I couldn¿t put this one down. It is, in my opinion, one of the best mystery thrillers of all time. This book definitely sends a couple chills down your spine. Pick it up and you won¿t be able to put it down. If you love mystery, this is the book for you. Don¿t miss out on a chance to get Eyes of the Killer Robot, or you might be missing the book of a lifetime. John Bellair writes many mystery books. This book, Eyes of the Killer Robot, is just one of his many creations.

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    Posted January 28, 2000

    A Deep Book-The Giver

    The Giver was deep and touching. I feel that lois Lowry did a outstanding job of describing the feelings of her characters. I llike scientific books so I loved this book. If you like futuristicand creative books, you'll love The Giver. This book is not just for kids, my teacher told me this book was really good and she was right!

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