Chapter Nine
‘Right,’ Lord Felix announced, upon emerging from the Book of Werth’s cellar prison. ‘If that’s everything, I am going back to bed.’
‘You wouldn’t fancy a cup of tea first?’ Theo ventured. My Lord Werth-as-was might be an infernal nuisance, but Theo felt curiously unwilling to permit him to vanish back into his grave when the problem of the Books remained unresolved. He, Theo, had boasted that he could manage the creatures better than anyone, but that was before he had seen Lord Felix attempt it.
‘I cannot imagine what use you think a deadman has for tea,’ said Lord Felix.
‘Little more than I do, but you’ll still find me partaking of a cup now and then.’
‘Ladies talk you into it, do they?’ said the old lord shrewdly.
‘Well, yes. Come to think of it, it is usually when th
