*She got what she wanted."
*Allie?"
*No. Not Allie."
His eyes widened. *I didn"t realise that something was missing? I thought Mum said they hadn"t taken anything."
*They a she a took the silver torc which I found in the grave."
*Wow." There was a pause as he thought this over. Then, *It can"t have been a ghost. It must have been a real thief after all." He sounded disappointed. *Ghosts can"t steal things."
*They can." Unnoticed by either of them Alison had appeared in the doorway. She was clutching the blanket around her shoulders like a cloak. Her face was transparent in its whiteness. She walked uncertainly to the stool and dragged herself up onto it. *She wanted the torc because it was his."
*Whose?" Patrick stared at his sister.
*a "
Again she had begun to speak and stopped without uttering a word as though the word a the name a had been s.n.a.t.c.hed from her lips. *I don"t know. But she loved him."
Patrick shot a quick look at Kate. It seemed to be a plea for understanding. *Listen, Allie. I"m going to go home and get Mum and Dad. You ought to be in bed or something."
*I"m OK." Belying her words, Allie"s body gave an involuntary shudder.
*Will you bring them back as soon as you can?" Kate asked quietly as she went with Patrick to the door. *Please. I don"t think we a she a should be here alone."
She watched as he pulled on his bright yellow cycling mac. She didn"t want him to go. She wanted to catch at his sleeve and shout at him to stay. She wanted him to barricade himself inside with them. Stupid. What was there to be afraid of?
*She needs a doctor, Patrick. She"s OK I think, as long as she keeps warm, but I don"t know about these things. I"d feel much happier if someone took a look at her."
He nodded. *Don"t worry. Mum used to be a nurse. She"ll know what to do. I"ll be home in ten minutes. If Greg"s not back with the Land Rover we can ring Bob Farnborough up on the main road. He"s got a four wheel drive which will do." He turned away into the sleet then he stopped. *It will be OK. Don"t worry. Just keep the door locked."
She stared at him. As their eyes met she realised he was scared too and that he was as aware as she was that doors would not keep Claudia, if it was Claudia, out.
XXVIII.
At the bottom of the hollow the sand was stained by the peat as it leached out of the exposed face of the dune and dispersed in the icy puddles. The rain and hail washed at the leathery skin, keeping it moist, preserving it momentarily from the air, rendering it supple again. Strands of hair, long, coppery, still silken after more than nineteen hundred years washed across the blind face which stared up at the darkness. Her arm, lying across his chest was twisted, broken, the fingers outstretched. As the cold air touched them they drooped and grew supple again, caressing his shoulder, skin melting into skin, lips into lips, dry brittle bone crumbling to become one with the sand.
A squall from the sea, hitting the dune face, brought down more sand. The soft, wet mixture of peat and soil swirled in the icy water and slowly the silver torc which lay in the loose grip of Nion"s fleshless fingers sank out of sight once more.
XXIX.
Standing at the window looking down into the street Bill sighed. He hated London in the rain and this cold, bl.u.s.tery hail was the worst kind of rain. It was too wet to turn to snow and settle, too cold to bear against the face, suitable only for turning the muck and leaves and litter which blew in the gutters into a disgusting soup. He could hear the rainwater gurgling down the gutter near the window. It sounded like a bath emptying and was extremely depressing. He was trying to make up his mind about going to the cottage. He had been looking forward to a break all week. After careful manipulation of his diary he had managed to clear all Monday and half of Tuesday so it could be a long weekend. The best kind. But now the weather looked as though it was doing its best to screw the whole plan. He walked back to his desk and picked up the gla.s.s of wine from his blotter a a remnant of yesterday"s party, the bottle retrieved from a fridge on the next floor. It was up to him. He had only himself to please. Did he really want to go flogging up the A12, taking a risk on whether this cold wet rain would turn to snow when he left the outskirts of London? Of course that in itself was tempting. He could think of worse places to be marooned than Redall Farm Cottage in the run up to Christmas, and if he took enough food and booze he could disappear there for several days happily. He walked back to the window, battling with his conscience. He had a tight schedule in the second half of next week. Christmas was getting close and he couldn"t really take the risk of missing any time in the office. He watched two London buses inch past beneath his window, their domed scarlet roofs slick with sleet which for a fraction of a second remained unmelted then turned to water before his eyes and ran in streams down the windows.
Behind him the phone rang. He paused to drain his gla.s.s before going to the desk and lifting the receiver.
*Bill, it"s Jon Bevan."
Bill eased himself into his chair with a raised eyebrow. *Hi. When did you get back?"
*I"m not back. I fly home tomorrow. Bill, I"m a bit worried. I can"t raise Kate. Her phone is out of order. Do you have the number for the people at the farmhouse?"
*Sure." Bill reached for a bulging, shabby filofax, something he was comfortable with only now that they were truly out of fashion. *How is it going out there?"
*Not bad. I wanted to check if I would be welcome at Redall."
*Can"t help you there. I haven"t spoken to anyone there this week."
*So, you don"t know about the burglary?"
*Burglary!" Bill frowned, shocked. *At the farmhouse?"
*No, at Kate"s cottage. She sounded edgy when I last spoke to her. Almost frightened. It"s been worrying me."
*Frightened?" Bill stared at the agitated, circular doodle he had been sketching on the pad in front of him. He added a couple of swirls, and then an eye. *I should think so, if she was burgled. Did they take much?"
*I don"t think so. Something she dug up in the sand, that"s all. I"m sure she"s all right. I"m sure there"s nothing to worry about."
Bill laughed. *I"m sure there isn"t but I"ll give the Lindseys a ring and check. I was wondering whether I should drive up this evening, funnily enough. I"m not sure though. The weather is pretty bad over here."
*It"s bad here too." In Ma.s.sachusetts Jon glanced out of his bedroom window at the thick, white snow which whirled across the garden blotting out the view of the maples on the far side of the lawn. *I think you should go, Bill. Look, if you do, will you ring me when you"ve seen her? Or get her to ring me from somewhere. Hang on. Let me give you the number here."
Bill copied it down. *I"ll get back to you as soon as I"ve spoken to Diana, OK? Don"t worry, old son, I"m sure Kate is all right."
He tried her number first. It was, as Jon had said, dead. Then he rang the farmhouse. It was some time before someone picked up the phone.
*Greg?" Bill had been about to hang up. *It"s Bill Norcross. Can I speak to Diana?"
*Sorry. They all appear to be out." Greg"s voice was distant. *What can I do for you?"
*I just wanted to check what the weather was like your end. I was planning on coming down today."
*It"s windy and hailing and the forecast is lousy. I should stay tucked up by your fire in London if I were you."
*Have you seen Kate at all?"
*I have indeed." Greg"s voice became even colder.
*Is she all right? Her phone is out of order."
*She seemed admirably well when last I saw her. Fighting fit, you might say. Did you report it?"
*I"m about to."
*Good. Well, as soon as it is mended you can ring her and ask her for a weather forecast on the hour, can"t you?"
Bill frowned. *I"ll do that. Thanks, Greg." He hung up. The pencil with which he had been doodling snapped in two. He stared down at it in surprise. *b.a.s.t.a.r.d," he murmured to himself. *b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
It was nearly two hours after Patrick had left Kate and Alison on their own that Kate, glancing out of the front window saw an ancient vehicle slither to a stop outside. It was driven by a stranger but she saw Diana and Roger climbing out, closely followed by Patrick.
*Thank G.o.d," she murmured. Alison was lying, wrapped in blankets once more, on the sofa. The girl appeared to be asleep.
Running to the door Kate pulled it open.
*Where is she?" Diana"s face was white with strain. She pushed past Kate and went into the living room.
*Hi Mum." Alison opened her eyes.
*What happened exactly? Roger paused in the hall and caught Kate"s arm. *Sorry, let me introduce you. This is Joe Farnborough. He kindly drove us up here."
Kate glanced at the tall, white-haired man who was staring down at her with undisguised curiosity. Catching her eye he grinned, his eyes silver in a tanned weather-beaten face. *Young Allie got herself in a spot of bother, has she?" He asked.
She shrugged. *I think she"ll be fine. But she ought to be at home." They followed Diana and Roger in to the living room and found them bending over Alison. Diana was holding her hand. *I"m OK, Mum. Honestly." The girl looked white and strained but her voice had regained some of its strength and with it its peevishness. *Don"t fuss. Just take me home."
*But what happened, Allie?" Roger sat down, pushing the blankets aside. *Come on, you must tell us."
Alison shook her head. *I"m not sure. I went out to the grave. I wanted to see it. It was early. It was still dark."
*You went out when it was still dark!" Diana repeated, shocked.
Alison nodded. *I don"t know why. It was just something I had to do. I took a torch. The woods were wet and cold and it was very dark and I was scared." Her voice trembled. *When I got to the cottage I saw that all the lights were on. That made me feel better. I thought I would knock and ask Kate to come with me. But I couldn"t." She burst into tears. *I wanted to, and I couldn"t."
Kate stared at her, appalled. *Allie, why not? I would have gone with you."
*I don"t mean I couldn"t because I didn"t want to. I wanted to, but she wouldn"t let me."
There was a moment"s silence. Kate met Roger"s gaze. It was thoughtful; she guessed that Patrick had already told them about Claudia.
*Who wouldn"t let you, Kate?" Diana asked gently.
*Someone. Her. I don"t know. He wants to stop me, but she wants to tell me something. They"re fighting in my head." She put the heels of her hands to her temples, still crying. *She wants me to know."
*She wants you to stop digging up her grave?" Patrick put in from the doorway. *That"s it, isn"t it?"
*No." Allie sat up. *No, that"s the point. She wants me to. She wants me there. She wants me to find ... something." She lay back again.
*Well, whatever it was that happened, I suggest we get you back home, young lady," put in Joe Farnborough from the doorway. *I don"t want to hurry you folks, but I must get into town and collect some stuff before this weather gets any worse."
*Of course, Joe. I"m sorry. It was so good of you to come like this," Diana started to bustle. *Roger, can you carry her?"
*No need, Mum. I can walk." Sniffing miserably, Alison swung her legs over the side of the sofa and stood up.
Kate watched as she was ushered out of the door and into the back of the Land Rover a a model even more ancient and muddy than the Lindseys" own. It was Patrick who turned and looked at her. *Dad. Can Kate come with us? I don"t think she ought to stay here alone."
Roger swung back towards her. *Of course. That goes without saying. You must come with us, Kate, my dear. We have got to discuss all this very seriously. And if nothing else, we"ve got to report your phone out of order and get it fixed before you can stay here alone." He unhooked her jacket from behind the door and held it out to her.
Kate closed her eyes in relief. For a moment she had thought they were going off without her and she had known she would not have the strength of will to call after them. The urge to stay in the cottage was as strong as the urge to leave it. Turning back into the room she began to switch off the lights. She closed the doors on the stove and glanced round. The water had begun to seep back across the windowsill under the cloth. At the edge of it she could see a few dark specks of soil and there, in the shadows, something small and white wriggled purposefully towards the edge of the sill. She turned away sharply and grabbed her shoulder bag. As an afterthought she picked up the pile of typescript that sat on her desk, and with it the diskette from her computer. Then she followed Roger outside and banged the front door closed behind her.
x.x.x.
Diana had gone downstairs. Alison slid down in her bed. Beside her, out of sight under the duvet was an old, well-worn teddy bear with one ear. All the lights in the room were on.
A couple of minutes later Greg appeared in the doorway. *Are you awake, Allie?"
She pushed the teddy bear even further down the bed. *What?"
*Look. We ought to talk." He came in properly and shut the door. Sitting down on the edge of her bed he folded his arms. *I know I said we ought to scare her off. Kate, I mean. I know I said a lot of things about her being in the way. And I meant it. She"s a pain." He lapsed into silence for a minute, staring thoughtfully down at his feet.
*She was nice to me," Alison put in at last. There was none of the usual stridency in her voice.
*What really happened, Allie?" He looked at her again. *Out there. You weren"t just trying to scare her, were you."
*No." Her voice was very small.
*So. What happened?"
*Nothing."
*It can"t have been nothing." He put his hand for a moment on the hump of her shoulder beneath the duvet. *Come on. You can tell me."
*It"s the truth. Nothing happened. I didn"t see anything. It was just feelings." Her mouth began to tremble. She sat up and defiantly retrieved the teddy, hugging it tightly against her chest. In her dayglo green nightshirt, with her hair all over her face, she looked about six.
Greg was astonished by the wave of affection which swept over him. *What sort of feelings?" he asked gently.
She frowned. *Fear. Anger. Hate. They all sort of hit me, all jumbled up inside my head in a sort of red whirl. It hurt." Her eyes flooded with tears.