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of London because he forgot to lead out his trumps.' ... After the final post-mortem we talked about ghost stories. Both ladies were confirmed psychics and elaborately versed in the literature of the uncanny, including those late Victorian and Edwardian occult thrillers: Dracula, The Beetle, the Dr. Nikola cycle, Sax Rohmer's beautifully titled The Brood of the Witch Queen; they knew them all and gave us, in their husky, cigaretteaddicts' croaks, detailed summaries of the most horrific features. At last: `Perhaps, Dick,' the elder aunt suggested, `you would like to walk part of the way home with your friend; a little outing will be an aperitif for you after all this smoke and cards.' Overcoated and mufHered, we pattered out into the soft night. The air was dark blue, very still and milky with the light of a rising moon. Over the sea, a mist hung low, and, through it, sounded, sharp and distinct like a cat's yawn, the drawling lap of the wavelets on the large bun-shaped pebbles. As we walked along the terrace we discussed, with the utmost boldness, M. R. James's Ghost Stories of an Antiquary, which Dick had lent me a few days before. We agreed that the most terrifying of them all was Oh, Whistle and I'll come to you, my Lad, because, apart of course from the initial whistle, it might happen to any one: that awful face of crumpled linen ... if an evil spirit took possession of one's bed clothes, as well it might. ... We were overdoing it; the state of terror into which we had talked ourselves, though still partly counterfeit, was beginning to lay hold on us. By the time we reached the gate of my parents' house, Dick's teeth were chattering. He was too frightened to face the walk back and begged me to accompany him. I agreed, flattered by the appeal for spiritual protection from someone two years older than myself. But by now we had conjured up a really formidable host. The entire Brood of the Witch Queen was at our backs. The mist over the sea was the old count himself, while his daughters, those delicious voluptuaries of the canine fang, were waiting behind the laurels. If we managed to escape all these perils and reach our respective homes unharmed, we should find our relatives had disappeared and the front door, the front door would be opened by a heavily bearded nun.

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