A simple enough deduction。
〃But have you no desire to use such remains； like Thibor； to raise yourself up again？〃
You are na？ve； Harry。 If！ could； I probably would。 But how？ I died here and may not depart this spot。 And anyway。 I know that you will destroy whatever Thibor left buried in that castle a thousand years ago…if it has survived。 But a thousand years； Harry…think of it！ Even I do not know if vampire protoplasm can live that long； in those circumstances。
〃But it might have survived。 Doesn't that。。。 interest you？〃
Harry detected something like a sigh。 Harry； I will tell you something。 Believe me if you like； or disbelieve； but I am at peace。 With myself； anyway。 I have had my day and I am satisfied。 If you had lived for thirteen hundred years then you might understand。 Perhaps you will believe me if I say that even you have been a disturbance。 But you must disturb me no longer。 My debt to Ladislau Giresci is paid in full。 Farewell。
Harry waited a moment； then said； 〃Goodbye； Faethor。〃
And tired now； strangely weary； he found a space…time door and returned to the M？bius continuum。
Harry Keogh's conversation with Faethor Ferenczy had ended none too soon； Harry Jnr was awake and calling his father's mind home。 Snatched from the M？bius continuum into the infant's increasingly powerful id； Harry was obliged to wait out his son's period of wakefulness； which continued into Sunday evening。 It was 7。30 P。M。 In England when finally Harry Jnr went back to sleep； but in Romania it was two hours later and darkness had already fallen。
The vampire…hunters had a suite of rooms in an old world inn on the outskirts of lonesti。 There in a fortable pine…panelled lounge they finalised their plans for Monday and enjoyed drinks before making an early night of it。 That at least was their intention。 Only Irma Dobresti was absent； having gone into Pitesti to make final arrangements for certain ordnance supplies。 She had wanted to be sure the requisition was ready。 All of the men were agreed that whatever she lacked in looks and personal charm； Irma certainly made up for in efficiency。
Harry Keogh； when he materialised； found them with drinks in their hands around a log fire。 The only warning of his ing was when Carl Quint suddenly sat bolt upright in his easy chair； spilling his slivovitz into his lap。
Visibly paling； staring all about the room with eyes round as saucers； Quint stood up； but even standing it was as if he had shrunk down into himself。 〃Oh…oh！〃 he managed to gasp。
Gulharov was plainly puzzled but Krakovitch； too； felt something。 He shivered and said； 〃What？ What？ I think there is some …； 〃You're right；〃 Alec Kyle cut him off； hurrying to the main door of the suite and locking it； then turning off all the lights except one。 〃There is something。 Take it easy； all of you。 He's ing。〃
〃What？〃 Krakovitch said again； his breath pluming as the temperature plummeted。 〃Who is。。。 ing？〃
Quint took a deep breath。 〃Felix；〃 he said； his voice shivery； 〃you'd better tell Sergei not to panic。 This is a friend of ours…but at first meeting he may e as a bit of a shock！〃
Krakovitch spoke to Gulharov in Russian； and the young soldier put down his glass and slowly got to his feet。 And right then； at that very moment； suddenly Harry was there。
He took his usual form； except that now the infant was no longer foetal but seated in his mid…section； and it no longer turned aimlessly on its own axis but seemed to recline against Harry； eyes closed； in an attitude almost of meditation。 Also； the Keogh manifestation seemed paler； had less luminosity； while the image of the child was definitely brighter。
Krakovitch； after the initial shock； recognised Keogh at once。 〃My God！〃 he blurted。 〃A ghost…two ghosts！ Yes； and I know one of them。 That thing is Harry Keogh！〃
〃Not a ghost； Felix；〃 said Kyle as he took the Russian's arm。 〃It's something rather more than a ghost…but nothing to be afraid of； I assure you。 Is Sergei all right？〃
Gulharov's Adam's apple bobbed frantically； his hands shook and his eyes bulged； if he could have run he probably would have； but the strength had gone out of his legs。 Krakovitch spoke to him sharply in Russian； told him to sit； that everything was in order。 Sergei didn't believe him but he sat anyway； almost collapsing into his chair。
〃The floor's yours； Harry；〃 said Kyle。
〃For the sake of goodness！〃 said Krakovitch； feeling a growing hysteria； but trying to stay calm for Gulharov's sake。 〃Won't someone explain？〃
Keogh looked at him； at Gulharov； too。 You are Krakovitch； he said to the former。 You have psychic awareness； which makes it easier。 But your friend doesn't。 I'm getting through to him； but it's an effort。
Krakovitch opened and closed his mouth like a fish； saying nothing； then thumped down into his chair beside Gulharov。 He licked dry lips； glanced at Kyle。 〃Not 。
not a ghost？〃
No； I'm not； Harry answered。 But 1 suppose it's an understandable mistake。 Look； I haven't time to explain my circumstances。 Now that you've seen me； maybe Kyle will do that for me？ But later。 Right now I'm short of time again； and what I have to say is rather important。
〃Felix；〃 said Kyle； 〃try to put your astonishment behind you。 Just accept that this is happening and try to take in what he's saying。 I'll tell you all about it just as soon as I have the chance。〃
The Russian nodded； got a grip of himself； said； 〃Very well。〃
Harry told all that he'd learned since the last time he and Kyle had spoken。 His terms of expression were very abbreviated； he brought the INTESP men up to date in less than half an hour。 Finally he was done； and looked to Kyle for his response。 How are things in England？
〃I contact our people tomorrow at noon；〃 Kyle told him。
And the house in Devon？
〃I think the time has e to order them in。〃
Keogh nodded。 So do I。 When do you make your move in the cruciform hills？
〃We finally get to see the place tomorrow；〃 Kyle answered。 〃After that。。。 Tuesday； in daylight！〃
Well； remember what I've told you。 What Thibor left behind is…big！
〃But it lacks intelligence。 And as I said； we'll be working in daylight。〃
Again the Keogh apparition nodded。 I suggest you move in on Harkley House and Bodescu at the same time。 By now he has to be pretty sure what he is and he's probably explored his vampire powers； though from what we know of him he doesn't have Thibor〃 or Faethor's cunning or insularity。 They guarded their Wamphyri identities…jealously！ They didn't go around making more vampires unnecessarily。 On the other hand Yulian Bodescu； perhaps because he's had no instruction； is a time…bomb！ Frighten him； then make a mistake and let him go free； and he'll go like wildfire； a vile cancer in the guts of all humanity。
Kyle knew he was right。 〃I agree with you on the timing；〃 he said； 〃but are you sure you're not just worrying about Bodescu getting to Thibor before we can act against him？〃
I might be； the apparition frowned。 But as far as we know Bodescu isn't even aware of the cruciform hills and what's buried there。 But put that aside for now。 Tell me； do your men in England know what has to be done？ It isn't every man who'd have the stomach for it。 it's rough work。 The old methods…the stake； decapitation； fire …there are no other ways。 Nothing else will work。 It can't be done with kid gloves。 The fire at Harkley will have to be a big one。 A bonfire！ Because of the cellars。
〃Because we don't know what's down there？ I agree。 When I speak to my men tomorrow； I'll make sure they fully understand。 They already do； I'm sure； but I'll make absolutely certain。 The whole house has to go…from the cellars up！ Yes； and maybe down a little； too。〃
Good； said Keogh。 For a moment he stood silent； a hologram of thin blue neon wires。 He seemed a little uncertain； about something； like an actor needing a prompt。 Then he said： Look； I've things to do。 There are people…dead people…I need to thank properly for their help。 And i've not yet worked out how to break my baby son's hold on me。 That's being a problem。 So if you'll excuse me。
Kyle stepped forward。 There seemed some sort of air of finality about Harry Keogh。 Kyle wanted to hold out his hand but knew there was nothing there。 Nothing of any substance； anyway。 〃Harry；〃 he said。 〃Er； give them our thanks； too。 Your friends； I mean。〃
I will； said the other。 He smiled a wan smile and disappeared in a rapidly dispersing burst of foxfire。
For long moments there was a breathless silence。 Then Kyle turned the light up and Krakovitch drew a massive breath of air。 Finally he expelled it； and said： 〃And now …now I hope you'll agree that you owe me something of an explanation！〃
Which was something Kyle could only go along with 。 。
Harry Keogh had done all he could。 The rest of it lay in the hands of the physically alive； or at least with people who still had hands to accept it。
In the M？bius continuum Harry felt a mental tugging； even sleeping； his baby son's attraction was still enormous。 Harry Jnr was tightening his grip； and Harry Snr was sure that he had been right about the infant： he was drawing on his mind； leeching his knowledge； absorbing the substance of his id。 Soon Harry must