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William, my grandfather. Sabina of course bit him first, and so he quickly took after her and was a very enthusiastic help to her on her nightly forays. In those days, he was known as William the Wild,” he giggled, as an afterthought.
    “Did he have to, er, make a name for himself too?” asked Tony.
    “No, not exactly.But he was renowned for his appetite,” answered Rudolph.
    Tony felt as though a cold hand were running down his spine. “Whose is that?” he asked hurriedly, moving on to the third coffin.
    “That’s my father’s,” replied Rudolph. “Frederick the Frightful Sackville-Bagg, the eldest son of Sabina and William Sackville-Bagg. Next to him is my mother, Thelma the Thirsty. My father was already a vampirewhen he married her, although my mother never knew anything about it. It was only when he brought her home to the family castle that ...” He did not finish, just grinned and smacked his lips. “And that,” he continued, “is my coffin. You can get in if you like.”
    “No, thanks,” murmured Tony. “I’d rather not.”
    “Why not?” cried the vampire, and opened up the lid. The inside was lined with blacksilk, which looked a bit worn out in places. At the head there was a small, black cushion, on which, Tony noticed, lay his two books.
    “Is that all?” he asked, somewhat disappointed.
    “What did you expect?” asked the vampire.
    “Oh, I don’t know,” said Tony. “I thought coffins were a bit more comfortable.”
    “Comfortable?” The vampire sounded surprised. “What do you mean?”
    Tony realized he’d saidsomething wrong again. “Well, a bit more roomy,” he hedged.
    “Roomy?” cried Rudolph with feeling. “There’s plenty of room. There’d even be room for you in here with me.” He got in and lay down, pushing the books to one side. “See? Plenty of room for both of us.”
    “Yes, I see now. But still, I don’t think ...”
    “Stop thinking, then, and just get in here,” said the vampire impatiently.
    “Ah – er,”said Tony, quickly going on to the next coffin, “I’ve been longing to know who this sweet little one here belongs to.”
    The vampire peered out of his coffin. “My little sister,” he said. “But come on in here.”
    “And what about this one behind here?” continued Tony, ignoring him. Nothing was going to get him into a coffin at the same time as a vampire.
    “That’s my brother’s, Gruesome Gregory Sackville-Bagg,”said Rudolph, grinding his teeth.
    “What’s your sister called?” asked Tony, trying hard to divert the vampire. But at that moment, he heard a soft knocking sound, that seemed to come out of one of the coffins. He stood stockstill with fright. Were they not alone in the vault after all? Had Rudolph tricked him? But the vampire looked just as surprised and horrified as he did!
    “Ssh!” he whispered,climbing nimbly out of his coffin. “That bodes not good for us. You must hide!”
    “Hide?” cried Tony. “Where can I?”
    The vampire pointed to the coffin, whose lid still stood open. The knocking noise came a second time, but now it was louder and stronger, and they could recognize clearly from which coffin it was coming. “Aunt Dorothy!” gulped Rudolph, sounding really frightened now. His face hadpaled even more than normal, and his teeth were chattering as though he had frostbite.
    “Quick, you have to get in my coffin,” he whispered. “If Aunt Dorothy finds you here, you’re for it.” Tony did not have the strength left to argue, and let himself be led to the coffin and helped in.
    “And no grumbling,” warned the vampire sternly before he shut the lid. Then Tony was alone. Darkness blackas pitch enveloped him, and the smell almost made him sick. He could hear Rudolph’s voice outside in the vault: “I’m just coming, Aunt Dorothy.” A coffin lid creaked open, and then a deafening row broke loose.
    “What manners!” shrieked a shrill, high voice. “Leaving me here in my coffin to starve.