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himself!
Even now, this very minute, the mating and the carnage might have begun!
CHAPTER EIGHT
SABAT CLOSED the front door of Miranda's house and then forced himself to
think logically. There was little to fear for himself this night for the dark
powers would be too busy with the ultimate in obscenity to bother about Sabat.
They would exact their revenge later.
Oh God, if only he knew where that disused crypt was. There had to be dozens
scattered up and down the country, many lost to the records because they had
collapsed and been filled in by Nature's own processes, flooding and silting,
thick undergrowth springing up to hide the site.
But there was one man who might know, one in high office who had overruled
Bishop Wentnor's decision and called in Sabat in the beginning ... the
Archbishop himself, a man of unique sincerity, one who recognised that evil
powers beyond man's knowledge existed.
Sabat went back into the hall and dialled directory enquiries. Even if the
operator on duty was sceptical he would be compelled to give a caller some
number connected with that division of the Church's hierarchy. It was going to
be a step-by-step process but Sabat was determined to win through, using
either charm or forcefulness according to which the situation demanded;
somehow he was going to reach the Archbishop.
It took him quarter of an hour to get as far as the Archbishop's private
secretary, one whose acid tones revealed both his annoyance and his amazement
that somebody should even consider disturbing his holiness at this hour - it
was after ten!
'If you would care to leave a message, sir, I will endeavour to pass it on to
his holiness tomorrow.' A
stone wail defence that had to be breached.
'Tomorrow will be too late,' Sabat snapped. *I don't care whether his holiness
is in the bath or in bed but will you please tell him immediately that Sabat
is on the line.'
'Sabat, sir ...?' a hesitancy, the other endeavouring to make a name once
heard click somewhere.
'Sabat... ?'
'That's right, Sabat. It is vital that I speak to the Archbishop immediately.
If this message is ignored somebody may die. It is literally a matter of life
and death!'
The receiver on the other end bumped down on a wooden surface; not so much as
a 'hold on' or 'I'll go and see what I can do'. But that didn't matter because
at least the message was going to get through.
The line buzzed and ticked, went silent, and at one stage Sabat wondered if he
had been cut off. Then, after several minutes he heard the phone being picked
up, a deep cultured voice making the wires crackle. 'Sabat, really my good
fellow, it is rather late you know. I hope this is really urgent.'
'Desperately urgent, sir.' Sabat used the 'sir' deliberately, knew that he had
to create respect if the other was going to hear him out. 'I need your help.
Following my exorcisms of St Adrian's Church and its graveyard, the cult
concerned have kidnapped a woman from the village and I have good reason to
believe that they intend to use her for human sacrifice.'
'My goodness. Have you told the police?'
'No, because for one thing there isn't time. Another, I've been ... warned
off.'
'So I heard.' There was a note of sympathy in the Archbishop's voice. 'Can't
see what they have to complain about; a bit of jealousy if you ask me.'
'Look, sir,' Sabat tried to control his impatience, 'this is a matter of great
urgency and I think you know my reputation well enough to know that I don't
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make mountains out of molehills . . . also that I have ways of finding out
things.
Which was why you engaged me in the first place, I know that this particular
coven are using a disused crypt for a temple and that they have the skeleton
of William Gardiner there. They plan some unholy rites which I can assure you
are not poppycock. But I must find this crypt without delay which is why I'm
ringing you.'
'Hmm,' the other lapsed into silence for a few moments, 'there must be lots of
old crypts up and down the country, many fallen into disuse so that often the
vicars of the various parishes are unaware of their existence. Tell you what,
though, there is one man who just might be able to help you.' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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himself!
Even now, this very minute, the mating and the carnage might have begun!
CHAPTER EIGHT
SABAT CLOSED the front door of Miranda's house and then forced himself to
think logically. There was little to fear for himself this night for the dark
powers would be too busy with the ultimate in obscenity to bother about Sabat.
They would exact their revenge later.
Oh God, if only he knew where that disused crypt was. There had to be dozens
scattered up and down the country, many lost to the records because they had
collapsed and been filled in by Nature's own processes, flooding and silting,
thick undergrowth springing up to hide the site.
But there was one man who might know, one in high office who had overruled
Bishop Wentnor's decision and called in Sabat in the beginning ... the
Archbishop himself, a man of unique sincerity, one who recognised that evil
powers beyond man's knowledge existed.
Sabat went back into the hall and dialled directory enquiries. Even if the
operator on duty was sceptical he would be compelled to give a caller some
number connected with that division of the Church's hierarchy. It was going to
be a step-by-step process but Sabat was determined to win through, using
either charm or forcefulness according to which the situation demanded;
somehow he was going to reach the Archbishop.
It took him quarter of an hour to get as far as the Archbishop's private
secretary, one whose acid tones revealed both his annoyance and his amazement
that somebody should even consider disturbing his holiness at this hour - it
was after ten!
'If you would care to leave a message, sir, I will endeavour to pass it on to
his holiness tomorrow.' A
stone wail defence that had to be breached.
'Tomorrow will be too late,' Sabat snapped. *I don't care whether his holiness
is in the bath or in bed but will you please tell him immediately that Sabat
is on the line.'
'Sabat, sir ...?' a hesitancy, the other endeavouring to make a name once
heard click somewhere.
'Sabat... ?'
'That's right, Sabat. It is vital that I speak to the Archbishop immediately.
If this message is ignored somebody may die. It is literally a matter of life
and death!'
The receiver on the other end bumped down on a wooden surface; not so much as
a 'hold on' or 'I'll go and see what I can do'. But that didn't matter because
at least the message was going to get through.
The line buzzed and ticked, went silent, and at one stage Sabat wondered if he
had been cut off. Then, after several minutes he heard the phone being picked
up, a deep cultured voice making the wires crackle. 'Sabat, really my good
fellow, it is rather late you know. I hope this is really urgent.'
'Desperately urgent, sir.' Sabat used the 'sir' deliberately, knew that he had
to create respect if the other was going to hear him out. 'I need your help.
Following my exorcisms of St Adrian's Church and its graveyard, the cult
concerned have kidnapped a woman from the village and I have good reason to
believe that they intend to use her for human sacrifice.'
'My goodness. Have you told the police?'
'No, because for one thing there isn't time. Another, I've been ... warned
off.'
'So I heard.' There was a note of sympathy in the Archbishop's voice. 'Can't
see what they have to complain about; a bit of jealousy if you ask me.'
'Look, sir,' Sabat tried to control his impatience, 'this is a matter of great
urgency and I think you know my reputation well enough to know that I don't
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make mountains out of molehills . . . also that I have ways of finding out
things.
Which was why you engaged me in the first place, I know that this particular
coven are using a disused crypt for a temple and that they have the skeleton
of William Gardiner there. They plan some unholy rites which I can assure you
are not poppycock. But I must find this crypt without delay which is why I'm
ringing you.'
'Hmm,' the other lapsed into silence for a few moments, 'there must be lots of
old crypts up and down the country, many fallen into disuse so that often the
vicars of the various parishes are unaware of their existence. Tell you what,
though, there is one man who just might be able to help you.' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]