While Wash had his shower and dressed, Mary continued to lie between the black satin sheets, but unconscious of their subtle caress as she cudgelled her wits to think of an answer to the nerve-shattering problems which faced her. In due course he went off to his duties and she lay there for another hour, but now that she was tied to the house by invisible bonds she could think of no way in which she could either help herself or prevent Wash from carrying out his ghastly plan to ensnare some wretched girl and offer her up as a sacrifice.
At length she got up, and it was while she was dressing that her glance happened to fall on the square box containing the machine with which Wash had taken a record of her screams when torturing her on the Monday afternoon. He had made no use of this ingenious toy since, and it was still where he had set it down on a chair that was half concealed by the side of the big olivewood wardrobe.
Lifting its lid she experimented cautiously with its switches, again playing back the first part of that horrifying scene, then recording and playing back a few bars of a tune that she hummed softly while standing beside it; and she found that it was quite easy to work.
The idea had come to her that if she could get Wash talking again about Teddy’s murder within sound range of the machine while it was working, it would record his own guilt and perhaps that of others. If she could succeed in that, with luck she would find a chance to remove the spool of tape and take it with her when they left for London. Even if she had to leave it in the house, once she had got free of him she might still be able to return and retrieve it later. Having adjusted the tape to ‘ready’ she put the machine under her side of the big bed, so that she had only to reach a hand down to the switch to set it in motion.
All the same, so racked was she by thoughts of the horrors that Wash was planning to carry out that, after lunch that day she made another attempt to escape. It had occurred to her that if she bandaged her eyes that might enable her to pass the invisible barrier. Going to the door at the back of the house that led to the garden, she opened it, lowered the edge of a thick silk scarf that she had draped over her head, and willed herself to walk forward.
It was no good. She could lift each of her feet from the ground, but she positively could not thrust either of them out over the doorstep. Perhaps foolishly, but in desperation, she conceived the idea that since she could not walk out she might be able to crawl out. Removing the scarf she went down on her hands and knees. But her strivings in that position proved equally futile. To add to her distress and also fill her with confusion, while she was still crouching on the mat a voice behind her said:
‘You bin lost something, missy?’
Jerking round her head she saw that Jim had come up unheard behind her and was regarding her with a puzzled grin.
‘Yes,’ she replied, seizing on the excuse to explain being there on her knees; ‘a little pearl button off my blouse.’
For some minutes they both hunted for the button, but of course without result. Then she told Jim that it didn’t matter, and retired defeated to the sitting-room.
Wash returned at his usual hour, but at once sat down to his desk and almost ignored her until after dinner. Then he told her that he was going out and might not be back until very late, so she should not wait up for him.
Although, with a slightly sinking feeling, she already guessed, she asked him where he was going, and he said: ‘I’ll be stooging around in my car till I come on a judy that’s padding the hoof on her lonesome with no one in sight. Then, after we’ve had a short session in the bushes, I’ll offer her a lift home. Time I got her in the car she’ll have as good as had it. I’ll put her in a deep sleep, bring her back here, lock her in the cellar and keep her there on ice till tomorrow night.’
There was nothing Mary could say or do which would have deflected him from his intention; so, maintaining the role to which she was all the time forcing herself, she begged him not to be later than he could help, and waved him away on his grim mission.
He got back at about two o’clock in the morning and, flicking all the lights on in the bedroom, strode into it in a furious temper. Mary, blinking and still half asleep, roused herself to listen to the account he gave of his venture and pretend sympathy with him over the ill-luck which had brought it to ruin.
Apparently, without being observed by anyone, he had picked up a girl who had been drinking and necking with some of his airmen. He had driven her a short distance to a wood and a little way into it, as before taking her back to the house he had wanted to make certain that she would suit his purpose. When picking her up he had realised that she had had a skinful of whisky and when they got out of the car she had been unsteady on her feet but not too tight to make sense.
The talk he had had with her had satisfied him that she could not have suited him better. She was a North-country girl who had run away to London and had worked the streets round the Elephant and Castle for a few months. Then, tempted by stories of the big money to be made in the neighbourhood of the American bases, she had come to Cambridge. But she had not been in the district long and the previous week her landlady had thrown her out for taking a man up to her room. Since then she had been sharing a caravan with an out-of-work that she had met in a pub, who was glad enough to give her sleeping space for a share of her earnings. From this it was clear that, like many more of her kind, if she was never seen again not a soul in the world was going to ask what had become of her.
As they got up from the bank on which they had been sitting, she said she must leave him for a minute, and went off deeper in among the trees. Two minutes later he heard a cry, then silence. A dozen yards away he found her. The drink she had taken had caused her to stumble and fall while on her way back to him. She had hit her temple on a tree stump and was stone dead.
He realised at once that if he left her body there it would be found, and it was possible that another couple necking in the darkness, or perhaps a poacher, had seen them together. Both his car and himself, owing to his unusual height, might easily lead to his being identified. The only way to make sure of not being connected with her death was to dispose of her body. Putting it in the car, he had driven some miles to a ruined Abbey in which his Lodge held its meetings. There was a deep well there down which he had intended to throw it after having offered her up as a sacrifice; to his fury her unexpected death compelled him to do so twenty-four hours earlier. And by the time he had done that it was too late for him to have any hope of finding a substitute.
Harrowed as Mary was by this awful story, it at least aroused in her new hope that a merciful Providence intended sparing her the black hour with which she was threatened on the following night; and she said: ‘As you won’t be able to make a sacrifice I suppose my initiation will have to be put off.’
‘Yeah,’ he grunted, ‘I’ll have to hold the Esbbat just the same; but you’ll remain here. I’ll pick you up afterwards. Now for some shut-eye. Praise be, I’ve not got to show up at my office tomorrow morning, so I told Jim earlier to bring us up breakfast at eight o’clock.’
Immensely relieved, and much comforted by the thought that by Sunday she would be back in London, Mary drifted off to sleep.
While they were breakfasting in the morning she put into operation her plan for getting him to incriminate himself on the tape recorder. Having put a hand down beside the bed while he was not looking, and switched it on, she said:
‘I behaved very stupidly yesterday when you were telling me about human sacrifices. If I’m to be a really good witch I ought to prepare myself to witness such ceremonies. I’d like you to tell me exactly what takes place.’
Sleep had restored Wash to his normal good humour, so he gave a chuckle and replied, ‘Good for you, honey. It’ll be a pleasure to put you wise.’ Then with the same air of detachment he might have used had he been a doctor describing a series of surgical operations, he went on.
‘You’ll have heard of Black Masses. Well, all human sacrifices take that form; only difference being that a genuine Black Mass in Christian countries has to be performed by an unfrocked priest. I don’t reckon that adds up to much, though. There’s ritual killings by the Mau Mau, and plenty other Africans, by Chinese, Indians, Patagonians, and all sorts. All of them offer up the blood to Our Lord Satan, and that’s what counts. The drill varies, though, according to the type of victim that’s being offered up. When it’s a kid, then a woman stretches herself out starko on the altar. If I’d been able to snatch one in these parts I’d have used you for that rôle.’
Mary had finished her breakfast and was lying back in bed, so she was able to shut her eyes and conceal her shudder as he continued placidly:
‘The High Priest intones the incantation, and states the intention. That’s the event the sacrifice is anted up to bring about: maybe for someone’s death, to get a verdict in a law case, or get elected to some post that means power or a lot of dough. Then the kid is laid on the woman, its throat is slit, and all and sundry take a drop of the blood with the middle finger of their left hand. When it’s a dame that’s to take the rap, she’s bound and laid on the altar. The High Priest says his piece, then cuts her throat.’
Mary felt that she could bear to hear no more, but in blissful ignorance of her feelings he proceeded. ‘If it’s to be curtains for a Brother or Sister who’s double-crossed the Brotherhood it’s like I told you yesterday. Assumption is they’ve relapsed to Christian; so they’re given the treatment head down – hung from an inverted cross.’
Glancing down at her he noticed how pale she was and said: ‘Bit much for you, honey? Sorry about that, but you asked for it, and you’ve got to know about these things sometime.’
Steeling herself to go through with her plan, she muttered, ‘Yes … Yes … of course I have. Go on, tell me about that police-spy that you saw sacrificed two months ago. Give me the details. I can take it.’
He told her then how Teddy had been murdered. It had been only Wash’s second visit to the Temple at Cremorne; so he had played no part in it but had been one of about a score of onlookers. Ratnadatta and three Brothers whose Satanic names were Roger Bacon, Albertus Magnus and Gilíes de Rais had trussed the victim up. Abaddon had cut his throat and Pope Honorius had caught the blood in a chalice.
At the price of searing her mind with nightmare pictures that she would never be able to forget, Mary had got what she wanted. For a few minutes she felt so sick that she dared not move, then she slid her hand down, switched off the tape recorder, and said:
‘Thanks, Wash. I’ll know now what to expect, and be better able to stand up to it. I can’t help shuddering, though, at the thought of anyone suffering such a terrible death.’
To her surprise he volunteered her a crumb of consolation.
‘Oh, it’s not all that bad as a way to die. This guy was brought out from under deep hypnosis no more than ten minutes before he was dead meat. What’s that against a medico wising you up to it that you’ve got incurable cancer, or being tortured till your heart gives out, way the Japs played it on some of our boys they captured in the Pacific war?’
When he had dressed and gone downstairs she switched on the machine again and in a low voice spoke into it. With the possibility now in mind that she might not be able to deliver it herself but might come across someone she could trust to post it, or leave it with, she gave her name and such particulars as she could about Wash’s activities, together with a brief account of how she had become associated with him. She added that anyone into whose possession the spool came should send it to Colonel Verney, care of the Special Branch, New Scotland Yard. Then, with trembling fingers, she cut off the used portion of the tape, concealed the little roll it made in a small box that had held a bottle of nail varnish, put it in her handbag, and replaced the machine on the chair where it had been left from Monday to Friday.
It was as well she did, for later in the day Wash went up to fetch it to be packed with numerous other things he was taking on leave with him. When he said he was going up for it she almost fainted with terror. It seemed certain that he would look inside the box, notice that part of the tape had been cut off, and with his highly developed psychic sense guess what it had been used for. If that happened she knew that he would kill her – that there would after all be a human sacrifice that night, and she would be the victim.
With her heart in her mouth she waited for his return. He seemed to be away for an eternity. At last he reappeared. She could hardly believe it when she saw that his great hook-nosed face was as tranquil as ever and, after he had bellowed for Jim, saw him hand the machine unopened over to the coloured boy.
He had said nothing to her about where he meant them to stay while in London or why, instead of waiting until the Sunday, he intended to drive up there after the Esbbat, which meant that they would arrive there in the early hours of the morning. And she had not liked to ask him about his plans, from fear that he might suspect her intention of trying to get away from him. She could only assume that he was anxious to lose not an hour in opening his business negotiations, and that perhaps the people concerned were also Satanists who had a house to which he meant to take her. All she knew for certain was that he had paid his boys a fortnight’s wages; so presumably that was the period of leave he had obtained from his General.
In the afternoon, while she was doing her own packing in a big suitcase with which he had provided her, he went off to the airfield for an hour, then on his return he came upstairs and said:
‘We’ll be awake a good part of the night, so I’ve ordered additional chow for having with our coffee round five o’clock. After, we’ll catch a few hours’ shut-eye. Then come eleven we’ll eat again. At half-after I’ve a guest arriving who’ll be going with me to the Esbbat. The Lodge I run here is no big show like Cremorne – just a coven of thirteen so as initiates on the Station can keep their hand in. Soon as I’ve done the ritual I can quit; so I’ll be back to pick you up round half-after-one. And you’ll be ready on the dot. I’m working to a time schedule; so if you’ve left anything upstairs that’ll be just too bad. You’ll leave without it.’
The rest of the day went in accordance with these arrangements, up till eleven o’clock. They were in the big lounge waiting for Jim to announce that their supper was ready. Suddenly the door to the hall was thrown open and, instead of Jim, Iziah thrust his head in. A little breathlessly, his white eyeballs rolling in his black face, he blurted out, ‘I’se copt a snooper, boss. I were goin’ out to the garage to check on all bein’ dandy with the automobile, when I spots him. He were paddin’ around peepin’ in the winders. Fortunate, I had my gumshoes on. I sneaked up on him and give him the K.O. from behind. He were packing a rod, too, boss; but I’se took it off him. Jim and Buster got him in the kitchen. What’ll you want we do with him?’
‘Good work, Iziah, good work,’ smiled his master. ‘Bring the bum in, so I can run my eye over him.’
Two minutes later all three servant boys hustled in a short broad tousled figure, still only partly conscious, as was evident from the fact that his chin was on his chest and his head of short dark curls stuck forward rolling slightly. Yet the moment he appeared in the doorway Mary realised that it was Barney.
For his having been caught while surreptitiously reconnoitring the house there could be only one explanation. Somehow he had learned that she had been carried off to it and had come there to rescue her. During the past week she had thought many harsh thoughts about him. This wiped them all out in an instant. But he had bungled it. That was no fault of his. How could anyone foresee that a garage hand would suddenly emerge from a house at eleven o’clock at night to make sure that a car was in perfect running order? Nevertheless, he had been caught. And Colonel Hendrik G. Washington was not the sort of man who would take lightly being spied upon. Certain of his activities were definitely of such a kind that he would go to any lengths to prevent their discovery.
Mary felt certain that the giant American would not hand Barney over to the police. It was much more likely that he would have the boys give him a terrible beating, then throw him out – more likely still that Wash would not rest content until he learned what had led Barney to act the spy, and use torture on him to find out.
Frantically she searched her mind for some way to save Barney from the results of his ill-starred attempt to come to her help. Suddenly a possible though dangerous line occurred to her. If it did not come off, if Barney failed to pick up her lead, or made a mess of things while trying to follow it up, they would both pay a price that she did not allow herself to contemplate. But there was no other way of attempting to explain his presence. Swallowing hard, she forced a smile and exclaimed, ‘What in the world are you doing here?’ Then, swinging round on Wash, she cried with a laugh, ‘This is a boy-friend of mine; and I’ve got it. As I’ve been missing from my flat for a week he must have become worried about me. How lovely! Learning that you’d carried me off he must have come here to play the Knight Errant and rescue me.’
The big American frowned. ‘How come he learned it was me who took you from – from you know where – and that I’d brought you this place?’
‘From Ratnadatta, of course,’ she replied quickly. Our visitor is a neophyte. He was attending Mrs. Wardeel’s evenings at the same time as myself. That blow you hit Ratnadatta couldn’t have broken his neck, and I expect he was only too glad of a chance to…’
‘Couldn’t be,’ Wash cut in. ‘Ratnadatta doesn’t know my real name or where I am stationed.’
Barney was still groggy, but his wits were coming back to him and he had taken in every word Mary had said. Seizing the lifeline she had thrown him, he said, a trifle thickly.
‘Oh yes he does. And Margot’s right. Your blow didn’t kill him; but he’s got a bandage as thick as a board round his neck. I didn’t know how to get hold of him till tonight; but I was with him not much over an hour and a half ago. He’s got it in for you. He ferreted out particulars about you from the secret list, and came down here yesterday himself to make a recce. Of course he hadn’t got the guts to come in and have a crack at you, but he jumped at giving me the chance to do it for him.’
With a nod of thanks to the boys, their master told them to release their prisoner and get back to the kitchen. Standing up, he towered over Barney, and said with a wide smile, ‘Well, you’ve made it, buddy. Now you are here I’m invitin’ you to take a crack at me.’
‘No.’ Barney declined the honour with a slightly sheepish grin. ‘But as Margot went off without leaving any sort of message you can’t blame me for having been anxious about her.’
‘I’ve nothing against that, son,’ Wash threw out generously. ‘Even if you have been wasting your time; shows your good taste. As you’re a neophyte you’ll no doubt have chosen your Satanic name. Mine’s Twisting Snake; what’s yours?’
That was a facer. Barney had no idea how to reply, but Mary had had more time to become knowledgeable about the history of the Black Art, so she swiftly stepped into the breach and said to Wash, ‘I’m sorry; I ought to have introduced him. He is taking the name of Doctor Dee.’
‘After the ace-high Elizabethan wizard, eh?’ The American held out his huge hand. ‘Glad to be acquainted, Doc! Put it there. You’ve driven quite a way already tonight. Right now we were about to sit down to supper. Reckon you’d better join us and stoke up a little ‘fore you hit the trail back.’
Feeling that to accept was the natural, and therefore least dangerous, line to take, Barney, who, apart from a headache, had now fully recovered, replied, ‘Thanks, that’s very kind of you. I’d like to.’
‘You’re welcome,’ said his host, and led the way through the door at the far end of the room, which gave directly on to the smaller dining-room, where Jim was waiting for the signal to serve supper.
Mary was aghast at Barney’s having accepted. That they had avoided disaster even for so short a time seemed to her a miracle. Silently she cursed him for a fool for not having said that he meant to stay the night in Cambridge, apologise for his intrusion and get out while the going was good. She thanked her stars now that she had not said that he was an initiate. If she had, knowing next to nothing of the Satanic cult he could never have got by. As a neophyte he would not be expected to know more than the rudiments, but she feared that he would never be able to sustain even that role for half an hour in conversation with such a penetrating mind as Wash possessed.
Being very far from a fool, Barney was fully conscious of that danger. In consequence, as soon as they were seated he quickly got off the subject of the occult and led his host into a discussion about the respective prospects of the Republicans and the Democrats in the forthcoming elections in the United States.
The topic served for ten minutes, and the gulf between the British and American methods of democratic government served for another ten; but then Wash asked Barney who had sponsored him as a neophyte and when, Barney replied to the first question, ‘Ratnadatta’, which was safe enough, but he had to take a chance on the second and, having swiftly worked back the dates to a suitable Saturday, said: ‘The 9th of March.’
That was the night that Ratnadatta had given Mary dinner, then taken her on for her first visit to the Temple. And that night the giant American had been there. He said he felt sure he had, but had no recollection of a neophyte resembling Barney having been introduced. He admitted that his memory might have let him down about the date, but that such lapses did not often occur with him. Then he asked Barney if it had been Abaddon or the Great Ram who had cut the penitent’s clothing off from him.
For Mary and Barney it was a case of being saved by the gong, for at that very minute Jim came in to tell his master that the visitor he was expecting had arrived and had been shown into the sitting-room.
Without waiting for an answer to the question he had just asked, Wash came quickly to his feet and said: ‘Both of you may chalk this up as one of your lucky nights. The Great Ram is here, and I’ll make you known to him. Quit eating now and come with me.’
Obediently they left remains of the foie gras and toast with which they had been finishing their supper, and followed him back into the sitting-room.
Standing in front of the fireplace was a tallish slim figure. On the only previous occasion when Mary had seen the Great Ram he had been wearing his big curly-horned mask, but she recognised his cruel, beautifully curved mouth and strong, deeply dimpled chin. Owing to his extraordinary resemblance to Otto, Barney, who had never seen him before, recognised him as Lothar.
Wash took a couple of strides forward and said: ‘Exalted One, it’s great to have you with us. I’ve two neophytes here, Circe and Doctor Dee. They’d be mighty pleased to have your blessing.’
Mary and Barney were standing side by side. She touched his hand with hers, praying that he would have the sense to follow her lead; then she went down on one knee, and taking the slim, strong left hand that the Great Ram extended to her, she kissed the splendid blood-red ruby of the ring that he wore on it.
Barney had given one quick look at the man’s eyes. He knew then that he was in the presence of something which he could not contend against; so, dropping on one knee, he followed Mary’s example.
As they touched the stone in the ring with their lips it felt as cold as an ice cube and, when they rose to stand before the Great Ram, both of them were conscious of a chill that emanated from him which gave them the sort of sensation they would have had from standing in front of an open deep freeze. As he looked at them his glance, too, was icy. Without addressing a word to them, he glanced at Wash and said: ‘I wish to speak to you alone.’
The American signed to the other two to return to the dining-room. Gladly they did so. As the door closed behind them Mary’s urge to thank Barney for having made an attempt to rescue her was overridden by an instinctive feeling that his life hung by a thread; that even if a second were wasted he might lose it. Without an instant’s hesitation she pointed to the curtains drawn across a window and said:
‘You were crazy to come here! Get out! That way! That way! But one moment, take this with you.’ Diving her hand into her bag she drew out the little nail vanish carton containing the precious recording tape, and thrust it at him.
Automatically he took it, pushed it into the pocket of his jacket, and in a puzzled voice replied, ‘But I came to get you! Go on! You go first. I’ll follow.’
‘No, no!’ She shook her head. ‘I’m in no danger, but you are. He suspects you. If we had sat here at supper another minute he’d have caught you out.’
‘I’m not going without you,’ he retorted doggedly.
Only too willingly she would have made a break for it with him, but she knew that she could not. She knew without further experiment that she was still under the hypnotic command of her kidnapper, and that during his pleasure she was definitely chained to the house.
‘I can’t,’ she said. ‘It is not possible. I’ve got to stay.’
His brown eyes suddenly hardened. ‘There’s no question of you’re having got to. You mean you want to.’
‘No, no!’ She cried in extreme agitation. ‘It’s not that. But I’m more or less safe here; and you are not. For God’s sake stop arguing and go!’
‘You are the mistress of this American, aren’t you?’ He shot at her.
‘Of course I am,’ she snapped back. ‘Does he look like a village curate or an inmate of an old folk’s home?’
‘I guessed as much during supper, when he kept on calling you “honey”,’ Barney declared bitterly.
‘Oh, God help me!’ Mary wailed. ‘What does it matter! Open that window. Get out and run for it while you still have the chance.’
‘And leave you here, eh?’ For what now seemed weeks to Barney his mind had been obsessed with the one idea of getting her out of the clutches of the Satanists, at whose hands he had imagined her to be suffering every kind of distress and degradation. No matter what she might have done in the past, it was the woman he had come to know and love during the past two months that counted. And now he had come upon her as beautiful as ever, untroubled by fears and displaying a cheerful affection for this giant American Colonel. Her frank admission that she had become the man’s mistress was the last straw. Final disillusion caused his eyes to go black with anger and he added furiously, ‘All right then! Stay here if you want to! Stay and wallow with that great hog! Once a whore always a whore; and now I know why you became one.’
Mary’s eyes went as round as marbles; her mouth fell open; she gave a gasp. ‘What … what the hell d’you mean?’
‘What I say,’ he snapped. ‘Your name’s not Margot but Mary. I know all about you and the life you led before you married.’
When he said ‘all’ she thought he meant all. Never in her wildest dreams had she visualised a dénouement like this. She had believed that she knew all about his past while he knew nothing of hers. But now the cat was out of the bag. Hands on hips, her blue eyes shooting sparks, she let him have it.
‘All right! I was a whore! And who made me one? Who put me in the family way and left me in the lurch? Who went gaily off to America leaving the poor kid that I was to borrow the money for the illegal; so that for months afterwards I had to sell myself to pay it back? Who took little Mary McCreedy’s virginity and left her at six in the morning with the fine words, “See you again soon, sweetheart”, then without a thought that he might have got her into trouble, or a word of good-bye, took himself off to the United states? Who but that great Irish gentleman, Mister Barney Sullivan. The dirty rotten lecherous cad who now, to lead girls easier up the garden path, pretends to have property in Kenya and has the nerve to tell them he is a lord.’
Barney’s eyes had gone as round as Mary’s before she started to storm at him. From the moment he had come face to face with her on Mrs. Wardeel’s doorstep he had had a vague feeling that they had met somewhere before. But in five years she had altered from an unsophisticated slip of a girl to a fine self-possessed woman, and her hair being dark instead of fair had accentuated the difference. It was over a week now since she had had a chance to treat it with the dye she used, and as he stared at her he saw that, although she still had the appearance of a brunette, the quarter-of-an-inch of hair nearest to her scalp was golden.
Stunned by this revelation that she was the little cabaret girl who long ago in Dublin had exercised a fascination over him for a few weeks before he had come into his title and left Ireland for good, he was temporarily at a loss for words. Before he could collect himself the door opened. The huge American stood framed in it. He was smiling at them, and said:
‘Young feller, this is your lucky day. It is the prerogative of our Exalted Master, the Great Ram, that he can make initiates anywhere, by using one drop of his own sacred blood. That eliminates the necessity for a sacrifice, and he’s consented to admit you two to the Brotherhood tonight. Come on now. We’ve no time to lose. It’s well past half-after eleven. We must be on our way to the Esbbat.’
Still dazed by the explosion of their personal relations, yet unable to exchange another word upon them, Mary and Barney followed the hook-nosed giant out into the hall. The front door was open. The Great Ram was already seated at the wheel of a large car outside it. Wash told Barney to get in beside him.
Barney hesitated only a second. The man at the wheel was Lothar. All else apart, it was his duty, now he had so unexpectedly got on to him, to stick with him, and let C.B. know their whereabouts at the first possible opportunity.
Wash’s car was drawn up in front of Lothar’s. Iziah was standing by it. Jim had picked up the suitcase containing Mary’s things, which had been standing ready in the hall. Carrying it out, he added it to the pile of luggage already in the back of the car. Having helped Mary on with her coat, Wash took her by the arm. Her mind was in such a turmoil that she did not even think of the invisible barrier which had for days prevented her leaving the house. His leading her out automatically nullified it. He opened the door of the car and she got in beside him. The engine purred and the big car slid away down the drive. As it turned into the road he said:
‘I’m still all of a dither, honey. It was a mighty fine break the Great Ram coming here tonight. You’ve been had for a sucker. The Exalted One’s got a no-good brother. He overlooks him from time to time. Last week-end, some place down in Wales, he saw this guy Doctor Dee in cahoots with his brother and a bunch of R.A.F. security boys. The Doc is another police-spy. But it pans out good. We sold him the story about your both being initiated. You’re going to be initiated alright; but he’s to be the sacrifice that’ll both pay my forfeit and provide the blood to baptise you.’