“Lynelle was quite astonished by this, but she never doubted me when I told her Goblin had done it, and then when we were sitting, talking in our intimate way, adult to adult, she confessed to me that she had several times felt Goblin pull her hair. She had tried to ignore it the first couple of times, but now she was certain he did it.

“ ‘This is a strong ghost you have,’ she said. And no sooner had she spoken those words than the gasolier up above us began to move. I had never seen that trick before, this slight movement of those heavy brass arms and glass cups, but it was damn near undeniable. Lynelle laughed. Then she uttered a startled sound. She said she’d been pinched on her right arm. Again she laughed and then, though he wasn’t visible to me, she spoke to Goblin in soothing terms, telling him that she was as fond of him as of me.

“I saw Goblin—now fourteen, you understand, because I was fourteen—standing by the bedroom door and looking proudly at me. I realized keenly that his face had more definition to it than it used to have in the past, principally because that slightly contemptuous expression was new. He was quick to dematerialize, and I was confirmed in my earlier opinion that when he affected matter physically he didn’t have energy to ‘appear’ for very long.

“But he was getting stronger, no doubt of it.

“I vowed at once ‘to kill’ Goblin for hurting Lynelle, and after Lynelle took off in her shining Mazda, I wrote to Aunt Queen that Goblin was doing the ‘unthinkable’ by hurting other people. I told her about the sharp punch in the stomach as well. I sent the letter off by express so she’d get it in two or three days though she was in India at the time.

And to keep Goblin amused that weekend I read aloud to him by the hour from Lost Worlds, a wonderful book of archaeology that had been a gift from Aunt Queen.

“Aunt Queen called as soon as she’d received my letter and she told me that I must control Goblin, that I must find a way to stop him from his behavior by threatening not to look at him or talk to him, and that I had to make these declarations stick.

“ ‘You mean to tell me, Aunt Queen, you finally believe in him?’ I asked.

“ ‘Quinn, I’m across the world from you right now,’ she answered. ‘I can’t argue with you about what Goblin is. What I’m saying is you have to contain him, whether he’s real and separate, or simply a part of you.’

“I agreed with her and I told her I knew how to control him. But I would concentrate on learning more than I knew.

“Meanwhile I was to keep her apprised of things.