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“I’d like that.”
    “Can you hear the thunder all around us?”
    “Of course; I’m not deaf, you know.”
    “All you have to do is walk towards the thunder,” said JC. “Just . . . keep walking. And all of this will be over.”
    Muriel looked at him sharply. “There’s something you’re not telling me. I may be old, young man, but I’m not stupid. Tell me this; this thing you want me to do . . . Is it necessary? Does it matter?”
    “Yes,” said JC. “It will save a great many lives.”
    “Good,” said Muriel, drawing herself up. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to do something that mattered.”
    She nodded briefly to JC and walked steadily out of the light and into the dark. Happy and Melody looked disbelievingly at JC, but he merely looked after Muriel. There was a moment, as though something incredibly powerful was holding its breath; and then, instantaneously, the Presence was gone. The car park was back again, the lights shone brightly, the stars were back in the sky, and the moon was just a moon.
    Happy made a sound, deep in his throat, and rose to his feet. JC turned to look at him.
    “How are you feeling, Happy?”
    “Never mind me; what did you just do? She trusted you, JC! And you sacrificed her to the Presence!”
    “Of course I didn’t,” said JC. “What kind of person do you take me for?”
    “Right now, we’re not too sure,” said Melody. “Perhaps you’d better explain it for us. Bearing in mind that if I don’t like what I hear, I still have this gun.”
    “It’s really quite simple,” said JC, patiently. “The Presence depended on live sacrifices. They were the source of its power. And I fed it a ghost, a dead woman with not a spark of life left in her. Nothing actually there for the Presence to feed on. Essentially, we gave the Presence a really bad case of spiritual indigestion. It couldn’t consume dear Muriel, so she passed on to her reward . . . and with her gone, the haunting’s focal point was removed. The link between Past and Present was broken, and the Presence went home crying. An elegant solution to a tricky problem, I think you’ll agree.”
    Happy and Melody looked at each other.
    “I nearly had a coronary,” said Happy.
    “Me too,” said Melody.
    “You hit him first, you’re closest,” said Happy.
    “After you,” said Melody.
    “Look,” said JC. “The sun’s coming up.”
    They looked. It was. Spreading out across the horizon, in long streamers of glowing red and gold, pushing back the dark, breathing life into the world.
    “Come, children,” said JC. “Back to the hotel, and breakfast is on me. Who’s for a good fry-up?”
    “Can I take some of my pills now?” said Happy.
    “Why not?” said JC.

TWO
    THE SCARIEST PLACE ON EARTH
    Buckingham Palace is a big place, with a lot of rooms. State-rooms, living-rooms, exhibition rooms. Room for everyone and everything; including a few very specialised institutions that shouldn’t need to exist but unfortunately do. Tucked away behind locked doors and closed-off corridors, the Carnacki Institute has been based in Buck House for many years, under many names. It has always been a Royal Prerogative, rather than a government department, because ghosts are far too important to be entrusted to the whims of transitory politicians. Hell, most of them don’t even know the Carnacki Institute exists. Her Majesty the Queen decides whether or not to tell each new Prime Minister, as they come to office. Some cope better than others. No-one ever talks about the Missing Prime Minister of 1888, whose entire existence had to be removed from the history books.
    The Carnacki Institute takes its responsibilities very seriously, and sometimes, entirely ruthlessly. It comes with the job.
    The Institute was first convened in 1587, the result of a Royal Charter from Queen Elizabeth I. Consequently, all operatives are answerable only to the head of the Institute and the reigning monarch.