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said Mister Lewis sadly, making me sorry for him. After all, even half-ghosts have feelings too.
    ‘Never mind, Mister Lewis,’ I went on. ‘We’ll have that back with its other half in seconds.’
    ‘Before you do anything, Master MiloFerdinand,’ said Mister Lewis, grandly. ‘Would you mind wiping the dust off that sign there?’
    ‘Sure.’ I took a used tissue from my pocket and rubbed the sign. The dust lifted from the placard and Mister Lewis bent down and peered at the words. ‘My, my,’ he said. ‘So that’s how I died! I had no idea. You never really remember your death, you know. Not that I’m fully dead,’ he added ruefully.
    I looked over his shoulder at the words on the bottom of the sign.
    ‘“
Tragically and mysteriously killed by a falling stone that struck him on the head
”,’ I read. ‘Did Amergin do that?’ I asked nervously. ‘Clobbered you with one of his ancient stones?’
    Mister Lewis sighed. ‘I stirred up thingswith a stone, so it seems right I should die by a stone. Didn’t see it coming, though.’
    I swallowed hard. So, was that the fate that was in store for me and Shane and Big Ella? Knocked on the head by a Celtic druid with a hunk of stone? I shivered.
    ‘Let’s get on with this,’ I said. I kicked the glass case. It shattered quite easily. And that’s when the bells started clanging.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MISTER LEWIS FINDS A NEW TALENT
    ‘ W hat’s that? What’s happening?’ shouted Mister Lewis, his ghostly hands pressed over his ears.
    ‘It’s the alarm!’ I cried. ‘Come on, we’ve got to get out of here.’
    I reached in and grabbed the half stone from the shattered showcase, zipped it inside my jacket along with the other half. We ran between the other showcases, the two stones rattling together against my chest. When we reached the high window that we’d come through I stopped. There was a face at the broken window. And a voice I recognised. ‘Sergeant Johnson!’ I whispered, ducking under a showcase. Too late, he’d seen me.
    ‘You, boy,’ he shouted angrily, flashing his torch around. ‘What do you think you’re doing? I can see your legs. No point in hiding, the place is surrounded. You might as well give yourself up.’
    ‘Surrounded?’ muttered Mister Lewis. ‘Oh dear.’
    ‘Surrounded by him,’ I whispered. ‘There’s always only one Garda on night duty. Ishould know − my dad is a Garda and he’s on night duty every third week.’
    Still, we’d have to risk going out through the museum door. But as we edged along the wall towards it, I was horrified to hear a key in the lock and bolts being pulled back. We were trapped! I frantically looked around the moonlit room for a hiding place. There was a Famine display of a life-size group of people sitting at a fake fire. I crept over and nicked a bit of sacking from a donkey cart and put it around my shoulders to look raggy. Then I sat beside a model of a boy whose paint-chipped hand was stretched towards the fire. I ducked lower when a beam from a torch flashed around. It was only a matter of moments before I’d be seen.
    ‘Who’s there?’ came an angry shout. I can never understand why people ask thatquestion at a time like this. Like, someone who’s broken in is going to stand up and give his name, address and mobile number and say ‘
take me away
’? Anyway, I gasped when I recognised Mister Conway’s voice. I’d forgotten he lived upstairs. He’d heard us!
    ‘Do something,’ I hissed at Mister Lewis, who was sitting across from me, his tall hat askew, making him look like a worn-out scarecrow.
    ‘Do what?’ he hissed back.
    ‘Something ghostly. I’ll be in no end of trouble if I’m caught.’
    If I did get caught, then I wouldn’t get to replace the two bits of stone, and Shane and Big Ella would be found dead in the morning. And me − found dead in a prison cell because Amergin, being a full spook,could just walk through the wall and clobber me. And my dad would