7
‘Aha!’ Nicko awoke from his meditation with such suddenness that he made Toby jump. They had been silent for what must have been five or six hours and Toby wondered if Nicko was ever going to surface.
‘What is it?’ Toby asked.
‘I’ve got it.’
‘An idea?’
‘No, a rash. Of course it’s an idea!’ Nicko groaned as he climbed to his feet. ‘We break out Harry.’
‘The ghost?’
‘Do you know any other Harrys?’
‘Well, actually it’s quite a common–’
‘We break out Harry! Being a ghost, he’s impervious to the Divine Voice so we can trust him. Plus – and this is good news – he’s about to be destroyed.’
‘Destroyed?!’
Toby thought back to his last outing with The Ghost of Christmas Maybe. Harry was a dead monk whose soul had been accidently bound to the floorboards of a house by an exorcist. Nicko
