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'Too slow. There is no peace for me until he is destroyed.'

Wormwood nodded gravely. 'Keep at it. Sonneillon. What of my would-be assassin?'

'Too slow. There is no peace for me until he is destroyed.'

'They will do what I command. They are locked up neat and nice.'

'Don't know. I am monitoring all CIA, FBI and police computer networks. All forensic reports, scene-of-crime material evidence, and there's plenty of that. Fingerprints are not on file. Clothing fibres are a possible, very up-market stuff. Exclusive. I am following that up.'

'Those boys are making merry,' said the rankest hag that ever troubled daylight.

'That's because you are an idle fuckwit,' coughed Carnivean. 'May pisspots rain upon your head.'

'Can we get on with it?' Verrine demanded. 'We don't have all day. At least I don't.'

'Charities,' Olivier cackled. Wormwood blanked his screen.

'Gentlemen, gentlemen.' Wormwood raised calming hands. 'I shall address you singly. Are you comfortable in your temporary accommodation?' A babble of voices rose from the terminals. That of Leviathan rose above the rest. 'I shall act as spokesman for my brothers. We are well served for the present.'

Mother Demdike, who had escaped previous mention, tore a garish relic of the Reagan years from its frame and flung it into the fire. Nancy with the laughing eyes melted into the flames.

'Good. But make haste. I want him found and I want him brought before me. Do you understand?' That was ranting, glaring and foot-stamping. Jonathan Crawford could learn a lot from this man.

Wormwood's eyes narrowed. 'Who is he?'

'Enough' Wormwood raised a remote control as a pistol. 'You will speak only when you are spoken to, or I will blank you out.'

'Or maybe I'll let Carnivean play a tune upon your old bones for a day or two.'

'Let Sonneillon seek him out with your modern wonders.'

'Or maybe I'll let Carnivean play a tune upon your old bones for a day or two.'

Wormwood blanked Balberith's screen. 'Any more?' The eleven remaining heads of Wormwood shook in untidy unison. 'Leviathan. What have you to report?'

'Enough' Wormwood raised a remote control as a pistol. 'You will speak only when you are spoken to, or I will blank you out.'

'Those boys are making merry,' said the rankest hag that ever troubled daylight.

Mother Demdike, who had escaped previous mention, tore a garish relic of the Reagan years from its frame and flung it into the fire. Nancy with the laughing eyes melted into the flames.

'Then keep a watchful eye upon them, my precious.' Mother Demdike broke wind and tittered as the fire turned green. 'You'll need a firm hand once they're free.'

'Can we get on with it?' Verrine demanded. 'We don't have all day. At least I don't.'

'Those boys are making merry,' said the rankest hag that ever troubled daylight.

'Enough' Wormwood raised a remote control as a pistol. 'You will speak only when you are spoken to, or I will blank you out.'

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