'What's the story, Perce?' Gabe called out, frowning his bewilderment but happy to have Chester returned.
'Sorry, Mr Caleigh,' apologized the old gardener when he was still a few steps away. 'I couldn't tell yer afore 'cause yer'da wanted him back.'
The engineer shook his head, still puzzled. 'I don't get it.'
Chester was rolling in the grass now, wheezing in pleasure at the fuss being made by the girls.
Slightly out of breath, Percy stood before the engineer, his face flushed a little more red than usual. 'All the pets run away from Crickley Hall. Any new tenant who brings a dog or cat with 'em to the house soon loses 'em. None of 'em settle here. I found your dog, ol' Chester there, wandering up the road the day he ran away. Looked like a drowned rat, he did, all soaked an' sorry fer hisself, so I took him home with me. Intended to keep him with me until you folks decided to move out. I knew it wouldn't be long; never is. I did it because it were best fer the animal, hope yer'll understand that, Mr Caleigh.'
Gabe grinned. 'Sure I understand, Percy. You did the right thing. Chester was miserable here.'
'No, he were scared, that's the truth of it. Some animals sense things that most people can't. It were the dog's howling and whining that made me come to the Hall las' night. I knew it were because something were wrong here. Oh, I sensed things was not right days ago, but it were Chester that decided me.'
'We'd have been in real trouble if you hadn't shown up.' Gabe stuck out a hand and Percy shook it.
'That's all right then,' the old gardener said, his face creasing into a smile. He took on a look of concern. 'How's the missus now? She all right?'
'You mean her head? The paramedics treated the whack she took—it wasn't too serious, they said. Still wanted her to have it checked out at the hospital, though, but Eve, well, she plain refused to go. Gotta nasty bump though, right where Pyke hit her with his walking stick. Some bruises on her legs too, but yeah, she is okay.'
Gabe glanced towards the house, its front door open wide. 'Come with me and see for yourself,' he invited Percy.
Percy looked at Crickley Hall with some trepidation and Gabe thought he was going to decline on his offer. But then the mood passed and the old man's face relaxed.
'I'll do that, Mr Caleigh. I'll come inside with yer. The badness is gone, I jus' know it.'
Together, they walked to the front door.
81: ENDING
Gabe saw that his wife had been weeping when he and Percy entered the house. She and the psychic were standing a few yards from the front door and Lili had her hand on Eve's shoulder, as if offering comfort. He splashed towards Eve through the thin remaining puddles and took her in his arms; she leaned into him and he held onto her.
'You saw the bodies?' he asked in a gentle voice.
Eve nodded against his shoulder. 'The boy,' she murmured. 'He was so beautiful.'
Lili spoke. 'He was the reason the others were held here. They couldn't—or wouldn't—pass over without him. Their power was limited, blocked by Cribben's, but they gave you signs—the sounds from inside the landing cupboard, the cellar door that wouldn't stay shut, the sounds of scattering feet from above in the dormitory—all those things to make you aware of their presence and their history in this place. You saw them almost in reality, Eve, when the spinning top had somehow taken your mind to a different level of consciousness. Your youngest daughter saw them easily, usually as little lights, because her mind is still fresh and open to them. Mostly, though, they drew spiritual energy from Loren, which is why she's felt so tired inside the house. Pyke knew she was the key to the hauntings.'
'Is that why he tried to kill her?' Eve asked numbly.
'No. It was as he said himself: Loren was the sacrifice, the one to take his place.'
Eve drew in a sharp breath, thinking how close it had been. If Gabe hadn't…
'You see,' Lili went on, 'the children gave you signs, whereas the spirit of Augustus Cribben gave you warnings. He didn't want you to interfere because he stood between Stefan and the other spirits. He refused to let go, he wanted power over all the evacuees. He considered they belonged to him in life and also in death. Ultimately, he was mad, and so was his spirit.'
Eve gave a shiver and raised her head. 'Is that possible?' she asked of Lili. 'Can a person carry insanity into the next life?'
'Some psychics assume many ghosts are either disturbed or distressed—why else would they choose to haunt the living?'
'When we talked last night,' Gabe said, 'you told us that you knew Gordon Pyke was the kid in the photograph, this Maurice Stafford, as soon as you laid eyes on him: I don't understand—Pyke was an old man, nothing like the boy.'
'There was something about Maurice that never changed. The thumbprint was the same.'
Gabe shook his head, not understanding.
'I'm sorry, it's difficult to explain—you have to be psychic yourself to understand. Let's just say that, like a thumbprint, everybody's aura is individual and although it can vary through life, depending on illnesses and emotional states, its essence remains identifiably the same. Psychics can pick up on that singularity.'
Lili solely addressed Eve. 'When you showed me the photograph of the evacuees I was immediately drawn to Maurice Stafford. A peculiar evil emanated from his image and when I saw that evil personified coming towards me… well, I panicked. I'm so sorry I ran away, Eve. It was the shock…'
'He tried to kill you, Lili. Of course I don't blame you for running. What else could you have done?'
'Something braver?'
Eve smiled. 'You did the right thing. Just by coming to us yesterday, you did the right thing. I know how reluctant you were to get involved in spiritualism again. You're probably even more reluctant after last night.'
'No. I'm not afraid any more. For almost two years I've dreaded the return of a certain spirit who wished me harm and I vowed never to use my psychic ability again because of it. Now I realize I can't turn it on and off like a tap. But this particular spirit didn't show last night when it would have had the perfect time to hurt me; now I'm sure it's finally gone, it's passed over peacefully. It's something I sense rather than can claim.'
Lili's smile took in all of them and even though there was dirt on her face and her clothes were dishevelled, her green eyes sparkled and her smile was radiant. Bright sunlight shone through the broken window over the stairs and it created a golden-halo effect around her tousled yellow hair.
She had stopped speaking and, without turning her head, her eyes looked to one side as if she were listening to something the others couldn't hear.
Then she said, a quiver in her voice, 'Oh God, they're stronger than ever.'
Gabe, Eve and Percy eyed her in surprise, and Eve with some trepidation. The hall was bright with sunlight, the shadows of the night vanquished along with the group's fear. Yet all was not quite right; there was a tension in the air compounded by a coldness that stiffened them.
'They're back,' said Lili, simply, turning to point towards the broad staircase.
They followed her direction and Eve gasped as she clung to Gabe's arm. Percy stood rigid, his lipless mouth open, his weary eyes squinting.
'Lord mercy…' he uttered.
Nine small figures were standing on the stairs, one to a step, all of them looking over the banister at the people below. Five girls, four boys, their apparitions clear, defined, as if they were of real flesh and blood. Four of the girls wore dark brown berets, the last one hatless but her hair was in two pigtails tied by tiny pink ribbons; only two of the boys wore caps. They were all dressed in outdoor clothes—overcoats and jackets—and each one carried a cardboard gas-mask box, the string across their chest. They looked as though they were going on a journey.