Jasfoup looked at his watch. “Devious has been gone twenty minutes. That will have been plenty of time to go to the tomb six weeks ago. That was a good idea, by the way, to park Amanda there. At least she'll have to ghosts to talk to.”
“I hope they don't regard her as an imposition.” Harold sucked at his lips, making them almost disappear. “They could make her life a living hell if they don't like her.”
“Her death, you mean. Undeath. Unlife. I really don't know what the modern parlance is these days. And a word of advice? Don't suck your lips. It makes you look like a muppet, and not one of the pretty ones either.”
“Good to know.” Harold clicked his fingers.
“What are we waiting for?” Gillian looked around the attic room. “There's nothing else, is there?”
“Just a job I gave one of the imps. Shouldn't be more than a few minutes.”
“Okay. I'll go downstairs and relieve your mum of the burden of Lucy then.”
“I'll be down in a minute.” Harold leaned forward to kiss her but she turned slightly. His muppet lips met her cheek instead.
“Don't be long.” With an upward nod to Dill she left, her incredible speed giving the illusion of her simply vanishing.
“Where's that damned imp?” Harold clicked his fingers again and was rewarded by the opening of an imp gate. Devious struggled out, a mug of tea in one hand and what looked to be a roasted leg of pork as big as him in the other.
“What now, Master? I'm on a break.”