John DeChancie Castle 05 Castle Murders

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Thaxton said, Uh & which is?
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Castle MurdersJohn
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An alternative state of consciousness in which being is contingent upon
discretionary choice, not imposed by ontological fiat.
Oh, that.
It is a restful state as well as being contemplative and transmaterial. I
often go into bramhara during times of emotional stress. I ll be fine right
here on this chair, gentlemen. Please just ignore me.
Dalton rose and went to the cot. He picked up the nightshirt that Ruford had
laid out for him. He held it up. I ought to have a sleeping cap with this.
I ll go into the bathroom to change. But one more question, Your Highness.
Certainly.
How do you keep that stone on your forehead?
The Eye? Very easily. Dorcas unwrapped her arms. Cupping her hand in front
of her face, she tilted her head down. After a second or two, the diamond
dropped into her hand. She held it up. Just a common diamond. I tune my body
so that there is a natural affinity between the organic element of which it is
composed, carbon, and the carbon which makes up a great deal of my body. The
two naturally attract. She tilted her head back so that she was looking
directly at the ceiling, then placed the diamond on her forehead. She held
this position for about five seconds, then slowly brought her head back to the
perpendicular. The stone stayed put.
Remarkable, Dalton said, shaking his head. Absolutely remarkable. He went
into the bathroom and shut the door.
If you don t mind, I m going to stay up a bit longer and read, Thaxton said.
Please do anything you wish, Dorcas said, and went into position again. Her
eyes closed.
Thaxton lay on the bed and picked up the book.
Dalton was dreaming of a woman, a beautiful woman. She wore a white gown, a
thin chemise, and was walking barefoot at the surf s edge, the breakers
washing up the smooth packed sand to wet her feet.
The sky was blue between white puffy clouds. She was coming toward him, sea
breeze blowing the thin cloth of the gown tight against her well-formed body.
She was smiling. This was her kingdom, this kingdom by the sea.&
Dalton!
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Huhhh?
Dalton, old boy. Wake up!
The woman, the sky, the sea all faded away.
Dalton opened his eyes. Thaxton was bending over him, hand on his shoulder.
Thaxton shook him again. Are you awake?
Good God, Thaxton, what is it?
Thaxton was excited. I ve got the solution, old boy. I know how the murder
was done. And if I can get a messenger through to the castle, we may be able
to find out just who the murderer is.
God, I hope I see her again, Dalton said.
Eh? Get up, old boy. We must go see Tyrene.
Twenty
St. Valentine s Hospital
They wouldn t let Carney into the emergency room no matter how much persuasion
magic he worked, so he had to be content with word from a sympathetic nurse
that Tony s condition was stable. They would operate in the next hour to get
the slugs out. Tony had a good chance of pulling through.
He went back to the waiting room, where Velma was smoking and reading a
two-year-old copy of
Liberty magazine. He beckoned and she put out the butt, got up and came to
him.
How is he? she asked.
He ll pull through. This stuff he patted the neck of the bottle in his
coat pocket probably helped.
Is it helping you?
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I m as high as a Mass at St. Peter s. Let s get out of here.
Hey, Carney.
Carney turned. It was Detective Sergeant James Mack Duffey of the Necropolis
P.D., smiling a coldly cynical smile, thumbs hooked in the pockets of his
baggy brown wool pants.
What can I do you out of, Sergeant?
Want to take a look at your future?
Sure. Whaddya got?
We got Duke Holland for you. Or should I say, somebody got him? Good.
I thought he was dead.
He s been on his way to Hell for the past five hours. Thought you might want
to pay your respects.
After all, he s a colleague of yours.
Lay on, Mack Duffey.
Duffey led him down the hall. A uniformed cop, standing guard outside a door,
let them into small examination room and closed the door. Velma stayed
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