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and adjusted the blinds. The room grew dim, and the figure in front of his desk took on more form.


Kyle's intercom buzzed urgently and he jumped six inches. He leaped to his desk, hit the
receive button, and a breathless voice said, 'Alec, there's something here!' It was Carl Quint, a
top-rank psychic sensitive, a 'spotter'.


Kyle pressed the send button, held it down. 'I know. It's with me now. But it's OK, I've been
half-expecting it.' Now he pressed the command button, spoke to the entire HQ. 'Kyle here. I don't
want to talk to anybody for - for as long as it takes. No messages, no incoming calls, and no
questions. Listen in if you like, but don't try to interfere. I'll get back to you.' He pressed the secure
button on his desk computer keyboard, and door and window locks audibly snapped shut. And
now he and Harry Keogh were completely alone.


Kyle forced himself to relax, stared at the - ghost? - of Keogh where it confronted him across
his desk. And he thought an old thought, one which had never been far away, not since the first day
he'd come here to work for INTESP:


Funny bloody outfit. Robots and romantics. Super science and the supernatural.
Telemetry and telepathy. Computerised probability patterns and precognition. Gadgets... and
ghosts!


No ghost, Alec, Keogh answered with a wan, immaterial smile. I thought we went into all of
that last time?


Kyle thought about pinching himself but didn't bother. He'd gone through all of that last time,
too. 'Last time?' he spoke out loud, because that was easier for him. 'But that was eight months ago,
Harry. I had started to think we'd never hear from you again.'


'Maybe you wouldn't have,' said the other, his lips moving not at all, 'for believe me I've
plenty to keep me... occupied. But... something's come up.'


Kyle's awe was ebbing, his pulse gradually slowing to its norm. He leaned forward in his chair,
looked the other up and down. Oh, it was Keogh, all right. But not exactly the same as the last time.
Last time Kyle's first thought had been that the - apparition - was supernatural. Not merely
paranormal or ESP-engendered but actually supernatural, extra-mundane, not of this world. Just
like now, the office scanners had failed to detect it; it had come and told Kyle a fantastic true story,
and gone without leaving a trace. No, not quite, for he'd written down all that had been said. Even
thinking about that, his wrist ached. But you couldn't photograph the thing, couldn't record its
voice, couldn't harm or interfere with it in any way. The entire HQ was now listening in on Kyle's
conversation with this, this... with Harry Keogh - and yet they'd hear only Kyle's voice. But Keogh
was here: at least the central heating's thermostat knew it. The heating had just come on, turning
itself up several notches to compensate for the sudden drop in temperature. Yes, and Carl Quint