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be kicked out of the Gardaí and jailed for – I dunno – for having a criminal son, maybe. And Mum would have to leave the country in disgrace with a wig and a false passport. Such worries!
    The beam of the torch was coming closer. I shut my eyes and held my breath as it stopped and then passed over me. Then there was a sound that startled me.
    ‘OOooo.’
    I blinked. Mister Lewis was now standing beside a model of an old woman who was stirring something in a pot. His head was raised and he was uttering this ghastly wail. The beam of torchlight stopped, then focused on the display.
    ‘OoooooOO,’ went Mister Lewis, now in full cry.
    ‘Help!’ bawled Mister Conway. ‘Help!’ He stood frozen to the spot. With a clatter, the door burst open and Sergeant Johnson barged in.
    ‘Mister Conway!’ he exclaimed. ‘Have you caught the hooligans?’
    ‘Sergeant,’ said Mister Conway nervously. ‘There’s something …’
    ‘What, man, what? Are they armed and dangerous?’
    ‘Over there,’ whispered Mister Johnson. ‘That old woman …’
    Sergeant Johnson shone his torch on the group. I sucked in my cheeks and hoped I looked hungry enough to be a Famine kid.
    ‘They’re models, man,’ he said, ‘just Famine models.’
    ‘She ooohhhed at me,’ whispered Mister Conway.
    ‘Huh? Don’t be ridiculous,’ began Sergeant Johnson.
    Mister Lewis launched into another wail.
    Sergeant Johnson jumped. ‘What the blazes?’ he shouted, clutching Mister Conway’s arm, even though Mister Conway was already hanging on to Sergeant Johnson’s collar.
    ‘OOOOooo,’ went Mister Lewis again. Then he changed position and slipped behind a hairy model of a donkey. ‘EEEEHAAAWW,’ he went.
    Sergeant Johnson shone his torch in the direction of the donkey.
    ‘EEEHAAAWWW!’
    ‘See?’ shouted Mister Conway in panic. ‘It’s haunted!’
    I could see the glee in Mister Lewis’s face as he wafted towards the two men. Heturned and winked at me. He was visible to me and invisible to them. Neat trick. Then he shrieked louder than ever into their ears. That did it. The two men ran, tripping over one another. Mister Lewis followed them, screeching all the time. The door slammed and I could hear the clatter of panicky footsteps running into the street. Mister Lewis wafted back to me. He was laughing loudly as he wiped ghostly tears from his eyes with his sleeve and stuck back an eyebrow.
    ‘That was wonderful,’ he said. ‘Best fun I’ve ever had in my life. Eh, I mean death,’ he added. ‘I didn’t know I could shriek like that. Think of the fun I could have had all those years I’ve spent as a half-ghost. Come on, Milo. Let’s chase those two and maybe a few more passers-by for a laugh, eh?’
    ‘No way!’ I said. ‘Have you forgotten why we’re doing all this? Come on, we’ve got to get out of here before they come back with back-up.’
    ‘Yes, of course,’ said Mister Lewis, suddenly ghostly serious again. ‘It must be nearly midnight.’
    That made me panic again. Luckily I hadn’t had dinner. I’d have thrown up right there on the museum floor – and if the cops didn’t get me, then forensics would. I’ve seen those guys on the telly – nailing a thug from just a splash of sneezed snot on a doorhandle.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AN UNFORTUNATE ENCOUNTER
    K eeping well in the shadows, I slipped along Main Street, the two stones rattling against my ribs. So far so OK. But when I looked around there was no sign of Mister Lewis! Had he deserted me? Had Amergin come early and swept him away? It was all too much. I couldn’t call out. I just wantedto lie down and cover my head, but I knew I totally had to keep going to try to sort out Big Ella and Shane by myself. At any moment, I expected to feel Amergin’s icy fingers around my neck, or else hear the
wee-waa
sound of the cop car. It was tempting to go back and give myself up – after all, cops are human. But then I thought of Shane and Big Ella and I kept on