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and Kyle knew that it, too, was Harry Keogh.


'About Dragosani?' Kyle came back to earth. 'Yes, I believe you. I have to believe you. I
checked out as much as I could and it was all exactly as you said. And as for Borowitz's branch -
whatever you did there, it was devastating! They contacted us a week later, the Russians, and
asked us if we wanted you... I mean - '


'My body?'


' - if we wanted it back, yes. They contacted us, you understand. Direct. It didn't come
through diplomatic channels. They weren't ready to admit that they existed, and didn't expect us to
admit that we existed. Therefore you didn't exist, but they asked us if we wanted you back anyway.
With Borowitz gone they have a new boss, Felix Krakovitch. He said we could have you, if we'd
tell them how. How you did what you did to them. What, exactly, you'd done to them. I'm sorry,
Harry, but we had to deny you, tell them we didn't know you. Actually, we didn't know you! Only I
knew you, and Sir Keenan before me. But if we'd admitted you were one of ours, what you'd done
might be construed as warfare.'


'Actually, it was mayhem!' said Keogh. 'Listen, Alec, this can't be like the last time we
talked. I may not have the time. On the metaphysical plane I have comparative freedom. In
the Mobius continuum I'm a free agent. But here in the physical now I'm a virtual prisoner in
little Harry. Right now he's asleep and I can use his subconscious mind as my own. But when
he's awake his mind's his own, and like a magnet I'm drawn back to it. The stronger he gets -
the more his mind learns - the less freedom for me. Eventually I'll be forced to leave him
entirely for an existence along the Mobius way. If I get the chance I'll explain all of that later,
but for now we don't know how long he'll sleep and so we have to use our time wisely. And
what I have to say can't wait.'


'And it somehow concerns Dragosani?' Kyle frowned. 'But Dragosani's dead. You told me
that yourself.'


Keogh's face - the face of his apparition - was grave now. 'Do you remember what he was,
this Dragosani?'


'He was a necromancer,' said Kyle at once, no shadow of doubt in his mind. 'Much like you.'
He saw his mistake immediately and could have bitten his tongue.


'Unlike me!' Keogh corrected him. 'I was, I am, a necroscope, not a necromancer.
Dragosani stole the secrets of the dead like... like an insane dentist yanking healthy teeth -
without an anaesthetic. Me: I talk to the dead and respect them. And they respect me. But
very well, I know that was a slip of the tongue. I know you didn't mean that. So yes, he was a
necromancer. But because of what the old Thing in the ground did to him, he was more than