CHAPTER FOURTEENAn Exorcism
At two o’clock on the morning of Friday the tenth the weather broke with a tremendous crash; Gamadge, waked by it, lurched about closing the bedroom door and windows that faced the west. He had already heard the drum and rush of the rain, now he saw it by lightning—a steely curtain blown past the cottage in waves.
He went into the farther bedroom, listened until he was sure Maggie’s footsteps were pounding about overhead, and closed those windows too. No earthly waterfall could be heard above this cataract. When he returned to the north room he went to the east doorway; rivulets were already beginning to trickle down the hillside.
In the morning it was still pouring. Maggie was distressed. She had important errands to be done in Avebury, too important to be e
