〃Can we talk straight？〃
〃We'll have to。〃
Roberts quickly brought him up to date； finishing with Bodescu's thwarted trip to Romania。 In his mind's eye he saw； as well as physically hearing； Kyle's gasp of horror。 Then the head of INTESP got hold of his emotions； even if Bodescu's plans to e over here hadn't been foiled； still it would have been too late for him。
〃By the time we've finished over here；〃 he grimly told Roberts； 〃there'll be nothing left for him anyway。 And by the time you've finished over there。。。 he won't be able to go anywhere。〃 Then he told Roberts in detail exactly what he wanted done。 It took him a good fifteen minutes to make sure he covered everything。
〃When？〃 Roberts asked him when he was finished。
Kyle was cautious。 〃Are you part of the surveillance team？ I mean； do you physically go out to the house and watch him？〃
〃No。 I co…ordinate。 I'm always here at the HO。 But I do want to be in on the kill。〃
〃Very well； I'll tell you when it's to be；〃 said Kyle。 〃But you're not to pass it on to the others！ Not until as close as possible to zero hour itself。 I don't want Bodescu picking it out of someone's mind。〃
〃That makes sense。 Wait…〃 Roberts sent Clarke into the next room； out of earshot。 〃OK； when？〃
〃Tomorrow…in daylight。 Let's settle for 5。00 P。M。 your time。 By then we'll have done our bit； just an hour or so earlier。 There are certain obvious reasons why daylight will be best； and on your side of the job one not so obvious reason。 When Harkley goes up； it'll make a big blaze。 You'll need to make sure local fire services don't get there too soon and put it out。 If it was at night； the flames would be visible for miles。 Anyway； that's for you to work on。 But the last thing you want is outside interference； OK？〃
〃Got it；〃 said Roberts。
〃That's it； then；〃 said Kyle。 〃We probably won't be talking again until it's all finished。 So good luck！〃
〃Good luck；〃 Roberts answered； letting Kyle's face fade in his mind as he replaced the receiver in its cradle。
Most of Monday found Harry Keogh trying without success to break the magnetic attraction of his son's psyche。 There was no way。 The child fought him； clung to both Harry and the waking world alike with an incredible tenacity； would not go to sleep。 Brenda Keogh marked the baby's fever； thought to call a doctor； then changed her mind； but she determined that if the baby stayed as bad tempered through the night； and if in the morning his temperature was still on the high side； then she'd get advice。
She couldn't know that Harry Jnr's fever resulted from the mental contest he waged with his father； a fight the infant was winning hands down。 But Harry Snr knew it well enough。 The baby's will…and his strength…both were enormous！ The child's mind was a black hole whose gravity must surely pull Harry in entirely。 And Harry had discovered something： that indeed a mind without a body can grow weary； and just like flesh be worn down。 So that when he could no longer fight he gave in and retreated into himself； glad that for now his vain striving and struggling were over。
Like a game fish on the end of a line； he allowed himself to be reeled in； close to the boat。 But he knew he must fight again when he sensed the gaff poised to strike。 Incorporeal； it would be Harry's last chance to retain an individual identity。 That was why he would fight； for the continuation of his existence； but he couldn't help wondering： what did all of this mean to his son？ Why did Harry jnr want him？ Was it simply the terrific greed of any healthy infant； or was it something else entirely？
As for the baby himself： he recognised his father's partial surrender； accepted the fact that for now the fight was over。 And he had no means by which to tell this fantastic adult that it wasn't a fight at all； not really； but simply a desperate desire to know； to learn。 Father and son； two minds in one small； fragile…defenceless？…body； both of them took the wele opportunity to sleep。
And at 5。00 P。M。 when Brenda Keogh looked in on her baby son； she was pleased to note that he lay still and at peace in his cot； and that his temperature was down again 。
About 4。30 P。M。 that same Monday afternoon； in lonesti：
Irma Dobresti had just answered a telephone call from Bucharest。 The telephone conversation had grown sufficiently heated to cause the rest of the party to listen in。 Krakovitch's face had fallen； telling Kyle and Quint that something was amiss。 When Irma was through and after she'd hurled the phone down； Krakovitch spoke up。
〃Despite the fact that all of this should have been cleared； now there is a problems from the Lands Ministry。 Some idiot is questioning our authority。 You are remembering； this Romania…not Russia！ The land we want to burn is mon land and has belonged to the people since time…how do you say？…immemorial。 If it was just some farmer's property we could buy him off； but …； He shrugged helplessly。
〃This is correct；〃 Irma spoke up。 〃Men from the Ministry； from Ploiesti； will be ing here to talk to us later tonight。 I don't knowing how this leaked out； but this is officially their area and under their； er； jurisdiction？ Yes。 It could be big problems。 Questions and answers。 Not everyone believe in vampires！〃
〃But aren't you from the Ministry？〃 Kyle was alarmed。 〃I mean； we have to get the job done！〃
They had driven out early that morning to the spot where almost two decades ago Ilya Bodescu's body had been recovered from a tangle of undergrowth and densely grown firs on a steep south…facing slope of the cruciform hills。 And when they had climbed higher； then they'd e across Thibor's mausoleum。 There； where lichen…covered slabs had leaned like menhirs under the motionless trees； all three psychics…Kyle； Quint and Krakovitch alike…had felt the still extant menace of the place。 They had left quickly。
Wasting no time； Irma had called up her team of civil engineers； a foreman and five men； based in Pitesti。 Through Krakovitch； Kyle had put a question to the hardhat boss。
〃Are you and your men used to handling this stuff？〃
〃Thermite？ Oh； yes。 Sometimes we blast； and sometimes we burn。 I've worked for you Russians before； up north in Berezov。 We used it all the time…to soften up the permafrost。 Can't see the point of it here； though 。 。
〃Plague；〃 said Krakovitch at once； by way of explanation。 It was an invention of his own。 〃We've e across old records that tell of a mass burial of plague victims right here。 Although it was three hundred years ago； the soil deep down is still likely to be infected。 These hills have been redesignated arable land。 Before we let any unsuspecting farmer start ploughing it up； or terracing the hillside； we want to make sure it's safe。 Right down to the bedrock！〃
Irma Dobresti had caught all of this。 She had raised an eyebrow at Krakovitch but said nothing。
〃And how did you Soviets get involved？〃 the hard…hat had wanted to know。
Krakovitch had anticipated that one。 〃We dealt with a similar case in Moscow just a year ago；〃 he had answered。 Which was more or less the truth。
Still the hard…hat had been curious。 〃And the British？〃 Now Irma stepped in。 〃Because they may have a similar problem in England；〃 she snapped。 〃And so they're here to see how we deal with it； right？〃
The ganger hadn't minded facing up to Krakovitch； but he wasn't going to go against Irma Dobresti。 〃Where do you want your holes？〃 he'd asked。 〃And how deep？〃
By just after midday the preparations were pleted。 All that remained was for the detonators to be wired up to a plunger； a ten minute job which for safety's sake could wait until tomorrow。
Carl Quint had suggested； 〃We could finish it now。 。 But Kyle had decided against it。 〃We don't really know what we're playing with here；〃 he'd answered。 〃Also； when the job's done； I don't want to hang about but get straight on with the next phase Faethor's castle in the Khorvaty。 I imagine that after we've burned this hillside there'll be all kinds of people ing up here to see what we've been up to。 So I'd prefer to be out of it the same day。 This afternoon Felix has travel arrangements to see to； and I've a call to make to our friends in Devon。 By the time that's done t