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the door had slammed shut.


'Good! I don't want them interfering. They didn't fool about with Gregor, and I don't want
them fooling with you. Any problems from them and you get straight back to me!'


'Yes, sir.'


'Now, here's what I want... But first, tell me - have the branch records survived?'


'Almost everything's intact, except for our agents. There's damage, a lot. But records,
installations, the Château itself - in decent order, I think. Manpower's a different story. I'll tell you
what we have left. There's myself and three other survivors, six more on holiday in various parts,
three fairly good telepaths on permanent duty in connection with the British, American and French
embassies, and another four or five field agents out in the world. With twenty-eight dead, we've lost
almost two-thirds of our staff. Most of the best men are gone.'


'Yes, yes,' Brezhnev was impatient. 'Manpower is important, that's why I asked about
records. Recruitment! That's your first task. It will take a long time, I know, but get on it. Old
Gregor once told me that you have special sorts who can spot others with the talent, right?'


'I've still got one good spotter, yes,' Krakovitch answered, giving an unconscious nod. 'I'll start
using him at once. And I'll commence studying Comrade Borowitz's records, of course.'


'Good! Now then, see how quickly you can get that place cleaned up. Those Tartar corpses:
burn 'em! And don't let anyone see them. I don't care how that's done, but do it. Then put in a
comprehensive works chit for repairs on the Château. I'll have it actioned at once. In fact, I'll have a
man here, on this number or another number he'll give you, who you can contact at any time for
anything. That's from right now. You'll keep him informed and he'll keep me informed. He'll be your
only boss, except he'll deny you nothing. See how highly I prize you, Felix? Right, that should get
things started. As for the rest: Felix Krakovitch, I want to know how this happened! Are they that
far ahead, the British, the Americans, the Chinese? I mean, how could one man, this Harry Keogh,
do so much damage?'


'Comrade,' Krakovitch answered, 'you mentioned Boris Dragosani. I once watched him work.
He was a necromancer. He sniffed out the secrets of dead men. I've seem him do things to corpses
that gave me nightmares for months! You ask how Harry Keogh could do so much damage? From
what little I've so far been able to discover, it seems he was capable of almost anything. Telepathy,
teleportation, even Dragosani's own necromancy. He was their best. But I think Keogh was many
steps ahead of Dragosani. It's one thing to torture dead men and drain their secrets from their blood
and brains and guts, but it's quite another to call them up out of their graves and make them fight for
you!'