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and
flipped to a section towards the front of the book. He showed it to Steven.
    “It looks like a list of names,”
Steven said.
    “It’s a directory,” Roy told him.
“When we meet someone, we record it. This goes back four generations, so
there’s a lot of names here.”
    Steven glanced at the bottom of
the list, and he saw a name that gave him a chill: Michael. They had dealt with
Michael in Seattle; Roy felt he was not a threat anymore, but Steven wasn’t so
sure. He was even less sure now that he saw Roy had recorded Michael’s name in
the book.
    “Some of these people,” Roy said,
“could create that thing. They have the ability and the experience. But I have
no idea which ones.”
    “Seems like we’re at a dead end,”
Steven said.
    “Not entirely,” Roy replied. “We
still have one more thing to check out. The end of the passageway.”
    “What do you mean?” Steven asked.
    “Remember,” Roy said, “when we
were downstairs, I told you it snaked upstairs? The tunnel ends somewhere.
That’s where we’ll catch whatever is passing through the tunnel, when it
emerges from it. Tomorrow night.”
    “We’ll have to follow it from the
basement to wherever it ends?”
    “Right,” Roy answered. “We’ll have
about twenty minutes to locate the end of it, and observe what comes and goes
before it shuts down and disappears.”
    “Let me get this straight,” Steven
said. “The passageway that snakes up from the basement is like a private
tunnel, that keeps its occupants secret —”
    “And protected!” Roy interjected.
    “— and protected as they move
through it. It goes from somewhere in the house down to the basement. But where
does it go from there?”
    “That’s the power of it,” Roy
said. “That’s why you felt the humming in that spot. That’s the point where the
tunnel acts as a portal. Once you pass through the basement, you wind up at the
origination of the portal.”
    “And where is that?” Steven asked.
    “I have no idea,” Roy answered.
“Let’s figure out what’s moving through it first and see where that leads us.”
    -
    The next morning at breakfast, Roy
filled Pete in on the overnight events. Pete sat enraptured as Roy recounted
the passageway in the basement and how they pieced together their next step.
Roy did not mention to Pete the time they spent studying his book – Steven
guessed he considered the book private, something for his and Steven’s eyes
only.
    “It sounds like you’re making
progress!” Pete said. “I’m thrilled to hear it. Do you think you’ll have an
answer tonight?” he asked.
    “Not sure,” Roy said. “This stuff
isn’t predictable. I think we’ll know more tonight. I don’t think we’re close
to an answer yet, though.”
    “It’s just that, well, we have
guests coming tomorrow,” Pete said. “There will be people in some of the
rooms.”
    “Do you think that’s wise?” Roy
said. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet. It could be dangerous.”
    “We need the revenue,” Pete said. “Sarah
would flip out if I asked her not to take reservations because of what you’re
working on. She’d have my head!”
    “Can you make sure they’re in the
south wing at least?” Steven asked.
    “Sure, I can do that,” Pete said.
“It’s only three rooms. The south wing can handle that easily.”
    “Great,” Roy said. “And if we run into
them in the halls or at breakfast please don’t tell them what Steven and I are
doing here. We’re just sightseeing.”
    “Sure, here to take in the beauty
of the place,” said Pete.
    “Steven and I will have another
late night tonight so we’re likely to sleep though most of the day today.”
    “No problem, I won’t disturb you,”
Pete said.
    “No Sarah this morning?” Steven
asked.
    “No, she’s not feeling well,” Pete
answered. “Spent most of the morning in the bathroom, poor thing.”
    -
    Steven tried to read the rest of The
Ghosts of Mason Manor but he found it