joining…”
“We shall die,” said Cain.
“For we belong dead,” Abel said. “Is that not so, father?”
But Dr Steven did not reply.
Professor Slocombe’s study had been cleared of every antique book, every glass-cased creature, every precious artefact, each table, chair and couch. The sconces from the walls had gone, the curtain rails. The carpets, rugs and dhurries. And the walls and the ceiling and the floor and all the woodwork and the very panes of glass in the French windows had been painted black. And on the blackened floor, wrought in white, the sacred circles had been drawn enclosing the hexagram, that six-pointed Star of Solomon, the great seal of the mysteries. And the names of power had been inscribed between the outer circle and the inner. ADONAI and MALKUTH and AUM and TETRAGRAMMATON.
And at the very centre of the hexagram, wrought in red, the sacred symbol Om.
There were no candles in this room, no lamps of any kind, but an astral light illuminated all.
Gammon knelt in silent prayer as Professor Slocombe, in the seamless floor-length robe of white, the robe of the Ipsissimus, intoned the words to cleanse the temple, and begin the operation.
The Lesser Ritual of the Pentagram
And touched his forehead, saying Ateh (Unto Thee) And touched his breast while saying Malkuth (The Kingdom) And touched his right shoulder, saying ve-Gaburah (And the Power) And touched the left, saying ve-Gedulah (And the Glory) And clasping hands upon the breast, he said le-Olahm, Amen. (To the Ages, Amen).
Gammon rose and, bowing to the East, the South, the West and then the North, he said, “I will leave you now, sir. Blessed be.”
Professor Slocombe did not reply.
Fred sat in his office with his feet up on the desk. The dust sheets had gone and the scaffolding was down. The paintings were up again and so were Fred’s spirits.
Derek and Clive stood to either side of Fred. Derek had a nice new gun. A small but useful- looking weapon. An Uzi nine-millimetre. Clive held a little black bag. Something wriggled uncomfortably within it.
Before Fred’s desk stood Jim Pooley.
And Jim didn’t look very well.
“You’ve got a bloody nose again, Jim,” said Fred.
Derek giggled. “He got a bit boisterous. I had to give him a little slap.”
Jim trembled and knotted his fists. “Where is she?” he spat through gritted teeth. “What have you done with her?”
“She’s safe enough for now,” said Fred. “Although I know that Derek is just dying to get to know her a little better.”
“I’ve filled up my fridge,” said Derek. “I’ve got some real prize-winning fruit and veg.”
Jim turned on Derek. Derek just held up his gun.
“You’ll do exactly what we want you to do, won’t you, Jim?” Fred smiled a smile of such pure wickedness that even Dr Steven Malone would have been hard pressed to match it.
“What do you want me to do?”
“A small act of sabotage, nothing more.”
“Where is Suzy?”
“Nearby. Safe for now.”
“I want to see her.”
“Well, you can’t. Now what was I saying? Ah yes, a small act of sabotage. Clive here has a little bag. Did you notice Clive’s little bag?”
Jim said nothing.
“You wouldn’t want to look inside. There’s something deeply unpleasant in there. Something unworldly.”
“Go on, show him,” said Derek. “It frightens the shit out of me.”
“Derek did a shit in the Suzy woman’s bed,” said Clive. “And he didn’t wipe his bum afterwards.”
Pooley’s knuckles clicked.
“What you are going to do, Jim, is to take Clive’s little bag to the house of Professor Slocombe and at the stroke of midnight, as he is bringing his ritual to its climax, you are to open the little bag and release what is inside.”
“Never,” said Jim.
“Jim, you will do this, or the next time you see Suzy there will only be certain pieces you recognize. Now, in case you are thinking of pulling any strokes on us, let me introduce you to this.” Fred opened a drawer and took out a small black electronic item. He extended its aerial and pressed a tiny red button.
Pain exploded in Jim’s head. He sank to his knees and screamed.
Fred touched the button again. Pooley looked up, fear and hatred in his eyes.
“Have a little feel of your right temple, Jim.”
Pooley felt with a shaking hand.
“Feel that little lump?”
Pooley nodded.
“An implant, a tracking transmitter. We put it in you during your stay at the Cottage Hospital. We know exactly where you are at any time. And if you’re not where you’re supposed to be at midnight, we will be terribly upset. Derek and Clive will be waiting outside in the car with your girlfriend. Be a good boy and you can have her back unharmed. Play me false and I’ll know.” Fred touched the button and Jim collapsed once more.
Fred touched the button again and Pooley looked up.
“You are going to be a good boy, aren’t you, Jim?”
But Pooley did not reply.
Old Pete sat at the bar counter of the Road to Calvary, a most miserable look upon his face.
“What troubles you, Old Pete?” asked Neville the part-time barman. “This is a day for celebration, half-priced beer until midnight.”
Old Pete sniffed. “Take a look at this,” he said, and reaching down he brought up a carrier bag and placed it on the counter.
“What’s in there?” asked Neville.
Old Pete rooted in, lifted out what looked to be a toy piano and a toy piano stool. Rooting again he lifted out what appeared to be a tiny man in a dress suit.
Old Pete placed the tiny man upon the bar top. The tiny man bowed, clicked his fingers, sat down upon the stool and rattled out “Believe It If You Like” on the piano.
Neville stared, his good eye wide.
When the tiny man had finished, Old Pete snatched him up and thrust him, the piano and the stool back into the carrier bag.
“That’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” said Neville.
“Huh!” said Old Pete, in a depressed tone.
“What do you mean, ‘Huh’?”
“Well, let me tell you what happened. I was walking down by the canal earlier and I saw this woman drowning. I pulled her out and she said to me, ‘Thank you, sir, for saving my life.’ I said, ‘No problem,’ and then she said, ‘I am a witch and to thank you properly I will grant you a single wish.’…”
“She never did?” said Neville.
“She did,” said Old Pete. “But she was either a bit deaf or had water in her ears, because I now possess this ten-inch pianist.”
“I’ve heard it before,” said Neville.
