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e。 And now there was no doubt； whatsoever； concerning the identity of that sacrificial victim which had been denied his astral … Miranda was to be offered to the dreaded powers of darkness by Royston in an unholy pact with Satan himself！
Even now； this very minute； the mating and the carnage might have begun！
CHAPTER EIGHT
SABAT CLOSED the front door of Miranda's house and then forced himself to think logically。 There was little to fear for himself this night for the dark powers would be too busy with the ultimate in obscenity to bother about Sabat。 They would exact their revenge later。
Oh God； if only he knew where that disused crypt was。 There had to be dozens scattered up and down the country； many lost to the records because they had collapsed and been filled in by Nature's own processes； flooding and silting； thick undergrowth springing up to hide the site。
But there was one man who might know； one in high office who had overruled Bishop Wentnor's decision and called in Sabat in the beginning 。。。 the Archbishop himself； a man of unique sincerity； one who recognised that evil powers beyond man's knowledge existed。
Sabat went back into the hall and dialled directory enquiries。 Even if the operator on duty was sceptical he would be pelled to give a caller some number connected with that division of the Church's hierarchy。 It was going to be a step…by…step process but Sabat was determined to win through； using either charm or forcefulness according to which the situation demanded； somehow he was going to reach the Archbishop。
It took him quarter of an hour to get as far as the Archbishop's private secretary； one whose acid tones revealed both his annoyance and his amazement that somebody should even consider disturbing his holiness at this hour … it was after ten！
'If you would care to leave a message； sir； I will endeavour to pass it on to his holiness tomorrow。' A stone wail defence that had to be breached。
'Tomorrow will be too late；' Sabat snapped。 *I don't care whether his holiness is in the bath or in bed but will you please tell him immediately that Sabat is on the line。'
'Sabat； sir 。。。？' a hesitancy； the other endeavouring to make a name once heard click somewhere。 'Sabat。。。 ？'
'That's right； Sabat。 It is vital that I speak to the Archbishop immediately。 If this message is ignored somebody may die。 It is literally a matter of life and death！'
The receiver on the other end bumped down on a wooden surface； not so much as a 'hold on' or 'I'll go and see what I can do'。 But that didn't matter because at least the message was going to get through。
The line buzzed and ticked； went silent； and at one stage Sabat wondered if he had been cut off。 Then； after several minutes he heard the phone being picked up； a deep cultured voice making the wires crackle。 'Sabat； really my good fellow； it is rather late you know。 I hope this is really urgent。'
'Desperately urgent； sir。' Sabat used the 'sir' deliberately； knew that he had to create respect if the other was going to hear him out。 'I need your help。 Following my exorcisms of St Adrian's Church and its graveyard； the cult concerned have kidnapped a woman from the village and I have good reason to believe that they intend to use her for human sacrifice。'
'My goodness。 Have you told the police？'
'No； because for one thing there isn't time。 Another； I've been 。。。 warned off。'
'So I heard。' There was a note of sympathy in the Archbishop's voice。 'Can't see what they have to plain about； a bit of jealousy if you ask me。'
'Look； sir；' Sabat tried to control his impatience； 'this is a matter of great urgency and I think you know my reputation well enough to know that I don't make mountains out of molehills 。 。 。 also that I have ways of finding out things。
Which was why you engaged me in the first place； I know that this particular coven are using a disused crypt for a temple and that they have the skeleton of William Gardiner there。 They plan some unholy rites which I can assure you are not poppycock。 But I must find this crypt without delay which is why I'm ringing you。'
'Hmm；' the other lapsed into silence for a few moments； 'there must be lots of old crypts up and down the country； many fallen into disuse so that often the vicars of the various parishes are unaware of their existence。 Tell you what； though； there is one man who just might be able to help you。'
'Anything's worth a chance。' Sabat felt his pulses start to race。
'The Reverend Spode；' the Archbishop continued； 'is a well…respected vicar who has made a study of archaeology； his main interest being pre…Norman churches。 He's also made a study of pre…Christian religions。 He may just be able to help you。 I remember he gave a talk on television a couple of years ago and he'd drawn a detailed map of these church sites； many of which are long gone。 I'm sure he'd have a list of these old crypts； too。'
'He's the man；' Sabat snapped； 'only where do I contact him？'
'Worcestershire； somewhere。 If you'll hang on I'll go and get the address for you。'
As Sabat waited a little shiver ran up and down his spine； a feeling of elation suddenly overshadowed by one of foreboding。 But he sensed that he had picked up the trail at last。
It was 10。45 when Sabat slid in behind the wheel of his Daimler； relieved when the engine fired first time。 In spite of his frustrations and fears this past hour he felt physically and mentally refreshed。 His long sleep during the daytime had refreshed him and； as was usually the case； the activities of his astral body had in no way tired him。 A drive of a mere forty miles faced him； less than an hour on the road； and there was always the chance that the Reverend Spode； a bachelor； was not one who retired to bed early。 But if the clergyman had done so then he would have to be disturbed。 It was a matter more grave than life or death； the souls of many at dire risk； and now Sabat had the Archbishop's blessing to continue the case。 He would have done so even without it but it made it easier。
The drizzle had gone and the night was clear and dry； the moon reflected on the river as Sabat passed through Evesham。 Only twenty miles to go； he almost relaxed as he motored through leafy avenues that were the pride of England； his acute sense of smell picking up the odour of extensive orchards of ripening fruit。
Suddenly he was braking； the tyres squealing their protest as he hit an unexpected bank of thick fog。 The nearside wheels mounted the verge； slewed back on to the road again； and the DaimJer skidded to a halt。
'Fuck it！' He stared in disbelief at the thick swirling white vapour； a cold clammy steam that was even now drifting in through the open window； his body chilling instantly。 The opaqueness threw back the powerful headlight beams； dazzling him。
And in that instant he knew！ Oh Jesus； the dark forces which had delayed him at the car while Miranda was snatched away were now bent on ensuring that he did not reach his destination； that he did not discover the whereabouts ofRoyston 's temple of evil！
He stiffened； closed his eyes； and only opened them again when the searing blindness was gone。
Silence。 Darkness。 The engine was no longer running and the headlights appeared to have gone out。 。 。 unless the fog was so thick that it hid them pletely！
Sabat braced himself； waited for the mocking laughter which he knew would follow。 'You're beaten this time。 At our mercy！' Quentin's voice without a doubt； ing like a hammer blow to the jaw of a boxer already reeling on the ropes。
But Sabat had been in tight corners before； had learned to control his rising panic。 Around his neck was the protective crucifix； garlic bulbs in his pocket； a paratively safe defence； but there was an enemy within the flesh and bones of his besieged fort … Quentin！
Maniacal laughter jarred his nerves； had him writhing as though in physical pain。 Those cold fingers like the ha