“Kills?” Jasfoup's expression darkened.
“Yes.” Harold glanced back to find the ancient listening to his words. “It's no use. I can't beat him. He has too many demons at his beck and call. But he's kindly allowed us both to say goodbye to Lucy.”
“But Lucy...” Jasfoup's expression cleared . Harold could almost see the understanding forge a path from the demon's brain. “Ah, right.” He winked. “Shall I bring her up?”
“Yes.” Harold glanced back. “You don't mind Jasfoup bringing her up?”
“Not at all, Mr. Waterman.” Manoach's smile was that of a Disney snake inviting a mouse into his parlour. “He's more than welcome.”
“What about me?” Dill looked decidedly worse for wear. If he didn't eat soon Harold was afraid his features would slip right off his face.
“Best not. I don't know what's going to happen and I don't want you in danger.”
“All right.” Dill tapped Jasfoup on the shoulder. “Knock 'em dead.”
“I don't think 'dead' applies to demons.” Jasfoup pulled a little bottle in the shape of the Virgin Mary from his pocket and tucked it into the waistband of Lucy's skirt. She squirmed at the touch but made no comment.
“Come away from the door, Mr. Waterman, where I can see you.” Manoach took another two steps forward. “Come up, Mr. Jasfoup. I'm looking forward to renewing your acquaintance.”
Jasfoup appeared at the top of the steps with Lucy in his arms. He stopped and set the child on her feet.
“Daddy!” Lucy ran the short distance to Harold, who scooped her into his arms. “Why has that man got demons inside him?”
Harold smiled apologetically. “She has the Sight.”