«Strange. Bubo have anything to say about this?»

«Bah! You ought to send Graymalk after him, if I don't get him first. Rats aren't as salty as bats. Tougher, though… . He's worthless for information. Won't trade for anything. Either he's stupid, ignorant, or just closemouthed.»

«I don't think he's stupid.»

«Then I'm not sure he knows where his best interests lie. Either way, he's not much use to the rest of us.»

«I'll have to corner him sometime.»

«Don't eat the tail. They're no good.» He chuckled again. «If you find out more about Talbot or this place, let's talk again. Plants … hm?»

He spread his wings and swooped away to the south. I watched him vanish into the night. Formidable.

I circled the manse again, checking at a few windows. Then I heard the back door open. I was near the front at the time, and I rushed around, concealing myself behind a tree.

«Good kitty,» said the Great Detective, in a well-controlled falsetto, «come visit us again sometime.»

Graymalk was deposited on the back steps and the door was closed. I cleared my throat, but she sat there for a time grooming herself before wandering off in the other direction. Suddenly, she was beside me.

«Are you all right?» I asked her.

«Fine,» she said. «Let's walk.»

I headed southward.

«She has a good memory, that old lady,» Gray finally said.

«In what respect?»

«Her servant spotted me, on a sudden return to the kitchen, and she heard me call out. She came back and called me by name. She was very nice. Even gave me a saucer of milk, which I felt obliged to drink. Who'd've thought anyone would look at a cat well enough to recognize her later, not to mention remembering her name?»

«Maybe she likes cats. Must have, if she wanted to feed you.»

«In that case, you'd think she'd have one of her own. But she doesn't. There were no signs.»

«Just has a good eye and a good memory then, I guess.»

We crossed the road, kept going.

«I guess so,» she said. «So, I got to look around pretty well before they found me.»

«And …?»

«There's a windowless room with a wide door and a niche in its far wall, which is of stone, by the way. That old place has been through a lot of changes. Anyway, the niche seemed about right to have held an altar at one time. There were even a few small crosses chiseled into the stone, and a bit of Latin, I think it was.»

«Good,» I said, «in one way.»

«What's the other way?»

«Nightwind knows about it. He came by while you were inside, and we talked. The white raven, by the way, is named Tekela.»

«Oh, he knows her?»

«… And you were right about the vicar. It was a ceremonial killing, dues for getting into the Game late.»

«Sounds as if you had a long talk.»

«We did. I'd better fill you in.»

«Any special reason we're heading this way?»

«Yes. That's part of it.»

We continued to the south and a bit to the west as I told her the things I'd learned. The air grew moist as we went and the sky dark as a blot in that particular area about which heaven's artillery flickered and boomed.

«So you want to peer in the Good Doctor's windows again?»

«In a word, yes.»

«Cats aren't real fond of getting wet,» she observed, after the soft weather got harder.

«Dogs aren't crazy about it either,» I said. Then, «Whoever wins, it'll still rain.»

She made the closest sound I'd ever heard her manage to a laugh, a little rhythmic, musical thing.

«That's true,» she said a little later, «I'm sure. How many times in a century does the Full Moon rise on Halloween, three, four?»

«It varies,» I responded. «It's more interesting to ask, on how many of those occasions do the appropriate people assemble to try for an opening or hold for a closing?»

«I couldn't guess. This is your first, of course.»

«No,» I said, and I did not elaborate, knowing what I had just given away.

We walked on through the drizzle toward the place of brightnesses, keeping to the road as there were fewer wet things to brush up against there.

As we drew nearer, I saw that the front door of the farmhouse stood open, light spilling out through its rectangle. And someone was moving upon the roadway, headed toward us. Another discharge from the storm clouds gave the building a thorny corona of light, and outlined briefly in its glare I saw that a very big man was moving toward us at an ungainly but extremely rapid pace. He was dressed in ill-fitting garments, and my single glimpse of his face showed it as somehow misshapen, lopsided. He halted before us, swaying, turning his head from side to side. Fascinated, I stared. The rain had washed all scents from the air, until we achieved this proximity. Now, though, I could smell him and he grew even stranger to me, for it was the sick, sweet scent of death that informed his person, reached outward from it. His movements were not aggressive, and he regarded us with something akin to a child's simple curiosity.

A tall figure suddenly appeared at the farmhouse door, looking outward into the night, laboratory coat flapping in the wind.

The giant figure before me leaned forward, staring into my face. Slowly, unthreateningly, he extended his right hand toward me and touched me on the head.

«Good…dog,» he said in a harsh, cracked voice, «good…dog,» as he patted me.

Then he turned his attention to Graymalk, and moving with a speed that belied his earlier gesture, he snatched her up from the ground and held her to his breast.

«Kit-ty,» he said then. «Pret-ty kit-ty.»

Clumsily, he moved to stroke her with his other hand, rain streaming down his face now, dripping from his garments.

«Pret-ty…»

«Snuff!» Graymalk wailed. «He's hurting me! Too tight! His grip's too tight!»

I began barking immediately, hoping to distract him into relaxing his grip.

«Hello!» came a call from the man at the farmhouse. «Come back! You must come back now!»

I kept barking, and the man dashed outside, rushing in our direction.

«He's let up a little, but I still can't get free!» Graymalk told me.

Apparently confused, the huge man turned to the approaching figure, and back again. It appeared to be the Good Doctor headed our way. I kept up the barking, since it seemed to have worked.

When the Good Doctor came up beside the giant he placed a hand upon his arm.

«Raining cats and dogs, I see,» he said.

I stopped barking as the giant turned his head and stared at him, doubtless at a loss for words in the face of such a sallying of wit.

«The doggy wants you to put the kitty down,» he told him. «The kitty wants to get down, too. Put her down and come back with me now. It's a bad night to be outside, with all this rain.»

«Bad…night,» the big man responded.

«Yes. So put the kitty down and come with me.»

«Bad…rain,» rejoined the other.

«Indeed. Cat. Down. Now. Come. Now. With me.»

«Cat…kitty…down,» said the big fellow, and he leaned forward and deposited Graymalk gently on the road. His eyes met mine as he rose, and he added, «Good…dog.»

«I'm sure,» said the Good Doctor, taking hold of his arm with both hands now and turning him back toward the farmhouse.

«Let's get out of here,» Graymalk said, and we did.