*Put her down on the sofa.' She stared down at Cissy's white face, and then, as Joe had done, reached for her wrist. *Where are Paddy and Kate? Didn't you see them?'

More practised than Joe, she found a pulse almost at once. It was faint but steady.

Behind them Greg emerged from the study. Quietly he shut the front door and bolted it. The candles in the living room flickered.

Standing around the sofa Greg, Roger, Susie and Joe stared down at the still figure lying there. Diana sat beside her, cautiously running her hands over her still form, refraining from any comment about the way Joe had manhandled his wife out of the Land Rover. If her neck or back were injured it was too late to say anything now. There were bruises on her face, a cut on her lip a please G.o.d that was where the blood was coming from a livid bruises on Cissy's shoulders and ribs as Diana opened her blouse.

*Joe, I think you should go back and phone for an ambulance now,' Greg said as he watched his mother's hands. *And we need the police. Somebody has beaten Bill Norcross to death.'

The action of Joe's jaw lifted his scalp until his whole face seemed to slip back in surprise, but still he did not take his eyes off his wife. *You reckon they attacked Cissy?' He looked at Greg at last, a deep flush spreading up from his neck across his face.

*No, Dad. We skidded. There was a man a' Susie stopped short.

*A man?' Greg turned to scrutinise her face.

*What man, Susie?' Joe grabbed her and turned her to face him. *You didn't say anything about a man.'

*He ... he appeared in front of us.' Susie started crying again. *Mummy jammed on the brakes and we began to spin round. I banged my head on the window.'

*What did he look like, Susie?' Greg kept his voice gentle.

*He was dressed in a long cloak thing. He had a sword ...'

*A sword!' As Greg and Diana looked at each other Joe's words were an incredulous echo.

*And you saw no sign of Kate or Patrick?' Diana was feeling down each of Cissy's legs. Nothing broken there at least.

*No.' Susie shook her head violently.

*They had a gun,' Greg put in.

*I think I heard a gun going off,' Susie broke free of her father's hands and went to kneel beside her mother. *Just after the crash. There was a big bang.'

Diana closed her eyes briefly. Somehow she managed to keep her hands steady as she took the rug which Greg handed her and pulled it up over Cissy's inert form. Standing up she turned to Joe. *You must go and get help, Joe. We'll look after her as best we can but she needs a doctor. I think she's only bruised, but she might be concussed. She must have an X-ray.'

*But she'll be all right?' Joe looked down at her miserably. He felt lost and abandoned.

*I hope so.' Diana smiled at him; she rested a hand on his arm. *Susie can stay here; I'll take care of them both, Joe, I promise.'

He nodded. For a moment he hesitated self-consciously, wanting to stoop and kiss his wife, then awkwardly he turned away.

Greg hopped after him. In the hallway he spoke in low, urgent tones. *Joe, there's a maniac out there. Be careful for G.o.d's sake. Paddy and Kate set out hours ago to ring from your place. Keep your eyes open for them, and tell the police what's happened.'

Joe nodded curtly. He reached out to open the door. *You take care of them all here.'

*I will, don't worry.' The grimness of Greg's tone was rea.s.suring.

Joe paused on the doorstep. The world was totally silent, wrapped in whirling snow. For a moment he hesitated, unwilling to cross the few yards of white ground to his Land Rover, then shaking his head, he strode forward, hearing Greg bolt the door behind him.

Walking round to the back he reached in over the tail gate for his gun, wedged into clips which had been screwed onto the vehicle's frame. Wrenching it free he pushed back the lid on the box which sat beneath the side seat. His cartridges were there; left after the last shoot. He could lose his licence for carelessness like that, but who was to know. Almost kissing them he stuffed them into the baggy pocket of his jacket and climbed behind the wheel. Laying the gun on the seat next to him he reached for the key which he had left in the ignition, his eyes on the windscreen which was blanked out with snow.

The key clicked uselessly.

He turned it again and again without success. Behind him the door of the house opened again. Greg had obviously been watching from the study window. *What's wrong?' His voice was m.u.f.fled by the snow.'

*Darned battery's flat. Hold on, I'll try the starting handle.' He climbed out, glad that someone else was there. The silence of the woods was becoming oppressive.

The metal was cold through his gloves as he inserted it and swung it round. The engine remained dead. *d.a.m.ned b.l.o.o.d.y thing!' He tried again, feeling the sweat start on his forehead.

Behind him Greg was watching the trees. He could feel his skin p.r.i.c.kling with fear. Someone a or something a was watching them. He was sure of it. *Joe,' he called quietly. *Joe, bring the gun and get in here.'

*I'll just give it one more try.'

*No, Joe. Don't bother. Grab your gun and come in.'

There was something in the urgency of Greg's tone which stopped Joe in his tracks. He straightened. He could feel it too now, a building panic crawling across him. Leaving the handle where it was he reached in and grabbed the shotgun, then turning, he sprinted the few yards back to the farm house. Greg slammed the door behind him and threw the bolts across. Both men stood for a moment in the small hallway and listened. There was no sound from outside. *You reckon he's out there?' Joe whispered.

Greg nodded.

*You've seen him?'

*Kate and I saw him down on the sh.o.r.e.'

*And Norcross is dead?' It seemed only just to have sunk in. *Are you sure?'

*Quite sure.' Greg's tone left no room for doubt. *What the h.e.l.l do we do now, Joe? We have to have help.'

*I could take your car. I reckon that old Volvo would have a good chance of getting up the back lane.'

Greg shook his head. *Our old Volvo is out on the marsh, Joe. Don't ask how it got there, and our Land Rover is smashed up; it hit a tree.'

Joe stared. *You mean there are no cars working? None at all?'

*And no phones.'

The two men stared at one another. *You reckon he did it. He caused Cissy's crash.'

*And Kate's. He tried to kill me on the beach.' Greg paused. *Wait, Joe. I've just remembered. Kate's little car. The Peugeot. It's in the barn. I don't know if it would make it up the lane, but it might be worth a try.'

*Right.' Joe dug down into his pocket and came up with two cartridges. *I'll put a couple of these up the spout, then we'll have a go. Is the barn unlocked?'

Greg shrugged. He rummaged in the drawer of the table. Two small padlock keys on a large ring appeared and he pressed them into Joe's hand. *I'll come with you. Hold on while I get my boots.'

*No.' Joe shook his head. *I reckon I'll be quicker on my own. You look after your dad and the women.'

*I don't know if she left a key in it.'

*If she didn't I reckon I'll smash the window and hotwire it. I'm sure she'll forgive me in an emergency. My Cissy needs a doctor. No car door is going to come between me and that.'

Once more Greg unbarred the door and pulled it open. It was beginning to grow dark. The shadowed woods were in stark contrast to the brilliant whiteness of the lawn. Somewhere in the distance a pheasant let out its manic alarm cry. Joe tightened his grip on the gun. He gave a quick thumbs up sign to Greg then he turned and ran towards the black barn.

The padlock hung open from the hasp. Joe stared at it. His hackles were stirring again, like the back of a frightened dog. Cautiously he put his hand to the door and pulled it open a fraction. There was a strange smell in the barn. He sniffed. It smelt hot, petrol, with something else a like cordite. And smoke. There was smoke. He had time only to step back half a pace before a fireball of yellow and gold heat erupted out of Kate's car and blew him backwards into the garden.

*Christ Almighty!' Greg had not had time to close the door when he saw the man's figure fly backwards away from the barn doors. Fire and smoke were already erupting from the barn roof, sparks jumping into the air to be lost in the snow.

*Greg? What is it? What's happened?' Diana ran to join him followed by Susie. Behind them Roger closed his eyes. For a moment he stood without moving, then slowly he dragged himself after them to the door.

*Daddy!' Susie's hysterical cry was followed by a wild sob as she saw the figure on the gra.s.s begin crawling towards them. *I'll go.' Diana pushed past Greg. In seconds she was kneeling beside him.

*I'm all right. I'm all right. Just shaken.' Joe was coughing violently, his eyes streaming. *Find the gun. Quickly. Find the b.l.o.o.d.y gun. And be careful, it's loaded.' He staggered to his feet and began to move towards the house.

Greg watched in an agony of frustration, seeing his mother running towards the blazing building. *Get me my stick,' he yelled at Susie. *Quickly. Get me my stick!'

Grabbing it from her he had begun to hobble towards Diana when he saw her duck into the smoke and reappear a moment later, the shotgun under her arm.

Pushing past his son, Roger ran out into the snow. *Dia'

*Get in, Joe.' Greg thrust the man behind him and ran after his father, his eyes on the barn. Smoke was pouring through the roof; a series of small explosions were rocking the building. Diana reached them, gasping. For a moment they all stood staring at the fire then Greg took his mother's arm and pulled her away. *Get back inside quickly.'

*Oh Greg.' Her eyes filled with tears. Miserably, she went to Roger, who put his arm around her and guided her back towards the house.

In his impatience Greg had put his foot down for a couple of steps. The pain sliced through him like a knife and he swore viciously. *Just thank G.o.d the wind is blowing away from the house; the snow will damp down any sparks. But we've lost the barn, Dad. Nothing can save it.'

They stood in the doorway for a moment watching in despair as the first flames licked out through the black boarding. Diana's eyes filled with tears. *I loved that barn. It was lovely. And my roses! My poor roses. They'll be burned.'

*I expect their roots will be all right.' Roger tried to sound rea.s.suring. Gently he pulled her in and closed the door. *Go and sit down with Joe. Greg, can you manage to get us all a brandy?'

*Are you hurt, Joe?' Trying to forget the pain of her precious plants, and the small birds who always roosted in the barn at dusk Diana turned towards him, scrutinising the black smudges across his face.

He shook his head. *Just b.l.o.o.d.y shocked.' He sounded angry more than anything else. *What b.a.s.t.a.r.d would do a thing like that? That place must have been b.o.o.by trapped!' He threw himself down on a chair. *I reckon I could do with that brandy, thanks Greg.' He looked at Cissy. *How is she?'

*Much the same.' Diana sat down beside her and put her hand on Cissy's forehead. Aware that her own heart was thundering in her ears with the shock of what had happened she slipped her fingers down to take the pulse beneath Cissy's ear. It was stronger now and steadier.

She looked up to find Greg standing behind her with a gla.s.s.

She reached up for it. *So. What happens now?'

*I'll go on foot. That's what happens now.' Joe swallowed his brandy in one gulp and held out the gla.s.s for a refill. *I'm not letting any murdering b.a.s.t.a.r.d do that to me and get away with it.'

*You can't go in the dark, Joe.' Greg glanced at the windows. *It would be madness. Kate and Paddy will have reached your place by now. If they can't get in, I'm sure they will hitch up to the Headleys' or Heath Farm. They will get help far more quickly than you can.'

*And if they haven't made it?' Joe's question was brutally direct. *What if he got them?'

*He hasn't got them, Joe.' Greg looked at his mother. *Paddy had a gun. He wouldn't be afraid to use it.'

His eyes strayed thoughtfully to Sue. She said she had heard a shot. But you can't shoot ghosts. The thought kept straying back into his mind. A gun would have no effect on Marcus. No effect at all.

As if she had read his mind, Diana glanced at him. *A ghost couldn't set fire to the barn, Greg. Or move the Volvo. That must have been a real man.'

*A ghost?' Joe stared at her. *What does a b.l.o.o.d.y ghost have to do with all this? Are you telling me a b.l.o.o.d.y ghost ran my wife off the road?'

*I don't know what we're telling you, Joe. I just don't know.' Greg was white with frustration. He threw himself down on the chair again. *Oh, Christ, I wish I could walk! Where are Kate and Paddy?'

LIII.

Kate was lying on her face, her head cushioned on her arms, aware slowly that a small trickle of blood somewhere in the hair above her left temple had dried into a crust. How long she had been lying there she wasn't sure, but in the interval she had grown very cold. Cautiously she raised her head, expecting to feel at any second an icy hand on her back, but there was nothing, just the long, lingering catch of the bramble which had scratched her head as she fell. Her hand closed in the mud, crisp now with incipient ice, and she realised she was shaking.

*Paddy?'

There had been no sound since the gun went off. Her terror had led to paralysis of will. She could not move or speak. Some atavistic instinct told her that shamming death was her only protection. How long that state had lasted she didn't know. She moved her hand slightly, trying to bring her wrist, with the narrow, gold watch, within sight without raising her head more than a few inches.

*Paddy?' She tried again, louder this time.

*Here.' His voice was m.u.f.fled, but not too far away.

*Are you all right?'

*I think so. I've lost the gun. I fell.' She could hear tears in his voice. *Has he gone?'

*I don't know.' She raised her head higher, trying to see. *I think so.'

*Where are you?'

*Here.' She rose cautiously to her knees, wishing she could stop herself shaking. She could actually hear her teeth chattering. *I'm here. Keep talking and I'll see if I can find you.' The light had nearly gone.

There was a rustling somewhere to her left. She swung round. *Is that you?'

*Yes. I'm OK. Here.' He clung to her for several seconds and she could feel the chill of his body against her own. *He's gone,' she whispered. *I can't feel him around any more.'

*Which way do we go?' He pulled away from her and she could feel him grasping at his dignity almost as though it were armour, and shrugging it on again.

*We should have brought a compa.s.s.' She tried to make the remark light. *We can still follow the contour of the land, though. Keep going up.'

*That doesn't seem to work.'

*Paddy, what else can we do? We can't stay here all night.' She had only just realised that it was snowing again; proper snow this time, light and feathery and relentless; a pale glimmer at her feet showed where it was settling.

*Do you know any prayers?'

The question caught her by surprise. *Well, the Lord's Prayer, of course, everyone knows that.'