God only knows what your children will be capable of, Harry Keogh!'
After a long while and as all he had been told sank in, Harry said: 'And now you want me to work for you?'
'In a nutshell, yes.'
'What if I refuse?'
'Harry, I found you. I've actually seen him sitting there, writing—in the local graveyard!'
'Have you told anyone else?' Gormley's voice was sharp now.