Miss Henderson and Morag sat around the large table in the artists’ church, awaiting the return of the Jennings and Sabine.
“Emile isn’t joining us?” said Morag.
“I believe Mr Plan… Mr Plank… that Emile has opted to spend the evening in his own residence,” said Miss Henderson before leaning and whispering. “I think he has the hump with you know who.”
“Sabine!” exclaimed Morag.
“Yes, obviously that stuck-up…” started Miss Henderson.
“You’re back!” said Morag, standing on Miss Henderson’s foot.
“Indeed we are and what a story we have to tell,” said Sabine sweeping into the church.
Miss Henderson rolled her eyes and looked at Morag, who winked.
Marie and Sir John came in next.
“Is there any food?” said Sir John. “I’m a trifle peckish.”
“Let me see what I can find,” said Miss Henderson, “I know what you’re like when you’re ravished.”
Sabine looked briefly perplexed before sitting at the table.
“Some tea as well would be wonderful,” she said.
Morag could hear Miss Henderson mutter something under her breath. Morag was glad it wasn’t audible to humans.
“So do we know where the next key piece is?” asked Morag to Marie.
“It was so confusing, the oracle spoke in riddles. We stopped on the way back so I could make some notes before I forgot, but even then I’m not sure I have it all.”
Marie produce a piece of paper from her bag and looked at it.
“She said something about a boat on the river, that I would need help from my friends, something about the sea and a garden on Sunday morning,” she said.
“A garden on the river maybe?” said Morag. “Are there any?”
“Pfff,” said Sabine. “Hundreds. We could spend all year looking.”
“We need the list Phlebotomous and Osvold were looking at,” said Sir John. “Maybe we can narrow it down a bit.”
Miss Henderson returned with a cup of tea and a large bowl of soup. She dropped the tea in front of Sabine and then gently placed the soup in front of Sir John.
“Marvellous!” said Sir John and took a big spoonful. Sabine took a sip of her tea then made a noise.
“Mon Dieu!” she said. “So strong.”
“That is how English people take their tea,” said Miss Henderson primly.
“No wonder you are all so tense,” said Sabine. “I won’t sleep for a week with this.”
“Are the vampires in?” said Marie hastily.
“I think they went out. They said they’d been waiting for a month to go out,” said Morag.
“Out, like for dinner, out?” said Marie incredulously.
“Since I’m a dog, I cannae shrug,” said Morag, “but if I could, right now I would.”
“I think I saw them on the way in,” said Sabine, “looking at the moon.”
“I’ll check,” said Sir John, pausing briefly from slurping his soup. “Er, in a bit.”
“I’ll go,” said Marie and opened the door. “I see them… Mr Bosch?”
The two vampires came in looking unusually excited.
“We’ve discovered what it is!” said Phlebotomous and everyone turned to look at them.
“The location of the key piece?” said Sir John, wiping soup off his chin.
Phlebotomous looked confused.
“No, this,” he said holding up the strange device Marie’s uncle had given her.
Everyone stared at him with a blank look.
“It’s a moondial!” he said.