“Thank you, Barbican,” said Gullett, trying to be generous but failing miserably. “That's very helpful indeed.”
But Barbican Freud hadn't finished. Oh no.
“Which leads me to deduce that whoever was inside has also mysteriously vanished.”
“Barbican,” said Gullett.
“And I might even go so far as to suggest that someone, or something is responsible.”
“BARBICAN,” said Gullett, a bit louder.
“And if I may postulate further, it may be that until their return, we may not know what exactly has happened.”
“BARBICAN!!!” roared Gullett so suddenly and with such volume that at least two phantoms burst in fright.
“Yes, Constable,” said Barbican.
“Go home.”
“But, Constable.”
“Barbican.”
“Yes, Constable.”
“It's up to you. Either you can go home, or I can lock you up for a couple of weeks for
