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you leave this morning."



Father Herrick purposefully ignored her most courteous scorn. "Scoff how they

may -- and the skeptic is never a lonely soul in this cold age, believe me--
still the doubters and deriders have no satisfactory explanation for the

inordinate number of ethnological amateurs in Britain proper who have vanished,

refused to return home, or grown too embarrassingly deranged even to make

acceptable tenured faculty members at American universities. I cite as one

example the case of HoraceRosswell ."



Telemachusmade another of those horrid little sounds as of a mouse meeting its

Maker in a drainpipe. His mother turned to him. "Am I to take it by these

outlandish utterances that you are familiar with the fate of thisRosswell

person,Telemachus ? Or haven't you been taking your iron tonic?"



"HoraceRosswell was one of the finest minds in our field, Mummy."Telemachus

traced eccentric patterns in the tablecloth with his grapefruit spoon. "Then,

one fateful autumn, he heard of a strangely isolated village in Northumberland

which was supposed to host a marvelously antiquated October festival in honor of

the new ale. He arrived during the third week of that month, intending to remain

just for the festival. Unforeseen motor trouble prevented him from leaving

before AllHallow's Eve." The spoon's serrated tip tore a sudden gash in her

ladyship's fine linen breakfast cloth. "He was never seen again."



"His notebooks, however, were retrieved from a bog near Dublin," Olivia finished