“ ‘It isn’t that I don’t believe it,’ said Aunt Queen, ‘it’s that I don’t think the outside world will believe it.’

“ ‘Yeah, that’s it,’ chimed in Patsy. ‘The outside world is going to think you’re a crackpot, Tarquin, if they don’t already from all these years of your talking about that damned spook. Tarquin, the more you carry on about this, the crazier everybody thinks you are.’

“At some point while all this was going on—my valiant struggle to get them to believe and investigate and their pleading with me not to make a fool of myself—Pops walked in and I reiterated the whole story for him.

“He sat at the corner of the table listening with his dull eyes, and then said under his breath that he’d go back there to this island with me if I wanted, and when I said I did want this, that it was exactly what I wanted, he seemed surprised.

“All the while, Goblin stood over by the sink listening to this conversation and looking from one to another of the crowd at the table as this or that one spoke. Then he came over and started pulling on my right shoulder.

“I said, ‘Goblin, get away, I’ve got no time for you now.’ And with a profound will I pushed at him mentally, and to my amazement he was gone.

“Then Patsy imitated my voice and what I’d just said, making fun of me, and gave a low sneering laugh. ‘Goblin, get away,’ she repeated, ‘and now you’re telling us there’s a marble table out there and a gold chair.’

“I fired back at her that those details were of the least importance and then I positively demanded to see the sheriff and tell him what I had seen.

“Pops said No, not until he’d gone out there with me, and that if this woman had been rotting for over a hundred years a day or two wouldn’t matter now.

“ ‘But somebody’s living there, Pops,’ I said. ‘Somebody who must know these chains are up there and must have seen the skull! We have a dangerous situation here.’

“Patsy snickered. ‘It’s a damned good thing that you believe yourself, Quinn, because nobody else does. You’ve been crazy since you were born.’

“Aunt Queen did not look at her. It struck me for the first time in my life that Aunt Queen didn’t like Patsy any more than Pops did.

“ ‘So what was your dream, Patsy?’ I asked, trying not to bristle at her insults. ‘Jasmine told me you came home today because you had a dream.’