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Villiers…’ and so on and so forth. Wow, so he’s the captain too. Only it’s such a tiny picture you can’t make out where the horses leave off and the team members begin. Where are you now, Gwen?”
    “Still in Duke Street. That figures: school in Greenwich, polo, yeah, that must be him. And does it say he sometimes disappears? Maybe straight off his horse?”
    “Oh, I’ve just noticed, this report is three years old. He must have left the school by now. Are you feeling dizzy again?”
    “Not so far.”
    “Where are you now?”
    “Oh, Lesley, still in Duke Street. I’m walking as fast as I can.”
    “Okay, we’ll stay on the phone until you get to your front door, and the moment you’re home, you have to talk to your mum.”
    I looked at my watch. “She won’t be back from work yet.”
    “Then wait until she is, but you really must talk to her, okay? She’ll know what to do to keep you out of harm’s way. Are you still there? Did you hear what I said?”
    “Yes, I’m here, and yes, I did. Lesley?”
    “Hm?”
    “I’m so glad I have you. You’re the best friend in the world.”
    “You’re not so bad as a friend yourself,” said Lesley. “I mean, you’ll soon be able to bring me back cool stuff from the past. What other friend can do that? And next time we have a history test, you can research the whole thing on the spot.”
    “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you.” Listening to myself, I realized how pathetic I sounded—but what the hell, I was feeling pretty pathetic right now.
    “ Can time travelers bring stuff back from the past?” asked Lesley.
    “No idea. Not the faintest. I’ll try it next time. I’m in Grosvenor Square now.”
    “Nearly home, then,” said Lesley, relieved. “Apart from the polo business, Google hasn’t found anything about any Gideon de Villiers. But there’s a whole lot about the de Villiers private bank and the de Villiers legal chambers in the Temple.”
    “That must be them.”
    “Any dizzy feelings?”
    “No, but thanks for asking all the same.”
    Lesley cleared her throat. “I know you’re scared of it, but all this is kind of cool. I mean, it’s a real adventure, Gwen! And you’re right in the middle of it.”
    Oh, yes, I was certainly right in the middle of it.
    Just my luck.
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    LESLEY WAS RIGHT . There was no reason to think that Mum wouldn’t believe me. She had always listened to my “ghost stories” as seriously as they deserved. I’d always been able to go to her with anything, so why should this time be any different?
    When we were still living in Durham, I’d been followed about for months on end by the ghost of a demon who was supposed to be haunting the cathedral roof in the form of a stone gargoyle. His name was Asrael, and he looked like a cross between a human, a cat, and an eagle. When he realized that I could see him, he’d been so pleased to be able to talk to someone at last that he followed me everywhere, even wanting to sleep in my bed at night. After I got over my first fright—like all gargoyles, he had a rather scary face—we slowly became friends. Sadly, Asrael hadn’t been able to move from Durham to London with me, and I still missed him. The few gargoyle demons I’d seen here were not very nice creatures. So far I hadn’t met one who was as sweet as Asrael.
    If Mum had believed me about Asrael, then she’d probably believe me about the time-travel gene as well. I waited for a good moment to talk to her. But somehow the right moment never seemed to come. As soon as she was home from work, she had to discuss something with Caroline, who had put down her name to look after her class’s terrarium in the summer, particularly the class mascot, a chameleon called Mr. Bean. The summer break was still months away, but it seemed that the discussion couldn’t wait.
    “You can’t look after Mr. Bean, Caroline! You know perfectly well that your grandmother won’t have pets in the