“Is there anybody there?” Madame de Pardo, Beryl to her friends, stared at the table. She’d done séances before but never on her own without any of the trappings. The buzzing began again and she caught her breath, suddenly worried she’d accidentally contacted Beezlebub, lord of the flies, and forgotten to close the connection.
“Knock once for yes, twice for no...”
She glanced anxiously about and almost jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. She scrambled to answer it and was relieved to find her nephew Pelham on the line. “Yes?” she said. “What do you want. I’m busy communicating with the Other Side.”
“Well I wish you’d take your mobile off silent,” he said. “I’ve been trying to ring you.”