20They found candles and placed them in brass holders in the centre of the table. There was no other light. The music Lambert chose hummed in the background, soft, lilting sounds designed to set the mind at peace.
Cheryl sat at the head, with Lambert at the opposite side facing her. Around were a number of others, but most of the partygoers had chosen to remain in the other room, an arrangement which suited Lambert just fine. He felt some form of barrier had developed between himself and Evelyn, one which he found unsettling.
“Will we use some sort of pentagram?”
Everyone's eyes turned to Lambert. Only Cheryl spoke. “What do you know about such things, Andrew?”
“Only what Sinclair told me.”
“Sinclair? Your … butler?”
“Apparently he's studied such esoteric stuff. He mentioned somethin
