“ ‘Take my word for it,’ he replied. ‘She’ll never get within a hundred yards of Mayfair Medical. Rowan Mayfair would know she was prowling in an instant. So would Mona.’

“ ‘But what do you mean when you say they’re witches, Stirling?’

“We walked on to the Mercedes, which was parked in the shed. I opened the door for him and then came around to the driver’s side.

“He waited for me to back the car out and head down the road. I crossed in front of the house, turned right and went down the long pecan-tree drive.

“ ‘A witch to those of us in the Talamasca,’ he explained, ‘is a mortal man or woman who can see spirits and manipulate them, bring up spirits and exorcise them, communicate with them and control them, talk to them and hear their talk.’

“ ‘Then I’m a witch,’ I said, ‘on account of Goblin.’

“ ‘Very much more than likely,’ he said. ‘Though I don’t think you’ve experienced all the aspects I just explained.’

“ ‘No, I haven’t. But I think that I could. And if Rebecca comes back, my powers of exorcism may be taxed.’

“ ‘I’ll be here for you if you need me. I don’t think Rebecca will tempt you anyplace but here.’

“ ‘Is that the way it is with ghosts?’

“ ‘Some of the time,’ he said. ‘It depends on the type of haunting. Sometimes a person is haunted, sometimes a place. Do you yourself know whether Goblin’s a spirit or a ghost?’

“ ‘Oh, most surely a spirit,’ I said. ‘He knows nothing of where he came from or where he goes when he leaves me. There’s no life for him except in my consciousness. He’s probably with us right now.’

“I made an attempt to feel his presence, and I felt the answering grip of his hand on my shoulder and saw his face in the rearview mirror. He was very near me, of course.

“ ‘I love you, old buddy,’ I said to him.

“I saw his poker face break into a childish grin.

“ ‘You don’t know how much I’ve needed you, old buddy,’ I said to Goblin. ‘These last twenty-four hours have been mad.’ It was marvelous seeing that grin.

“Stirling smiled.

“During the rest of our time alone Stirling told me about the Talamasca, pretty much reinforcing what Mona had explained to me—that they had existed for centuries, that they had vast libraries pertaining to the supernatural, that they had a huge history of Mona’s family—confidential of course.

“ ‘Ah, but you see, I am a Mayfair,’ I said, ‘am I not? Oncle Julien told me I was, remember?’

“ ‘You have a good point there. But you don’t have time for Mayfair history right now. You have your own adventures. You’re going off on an odyssey. Have you made up your mind about little Tommy?’