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'He ht indeed,' Tom chortled

'But that wouldn't make him a bad person'

'Certainly not, Crispin'

'I think ht have missed out on the treatment,' Crispin confessed 'She's not a bad person'

'She is a fine young lady,' Tom said 'I met her on the island Unfortunately, soet to know one another'

On a sudden impulse Crispin reached out a hand

'Professor Father wants to speak to you'

The heads in jars seenition as he made his way past them He hadn't liked them on his first visit and found the in the air It wasn't difficult to ihts went on in their perverted ates at his or her co one another for their a hu woarded as quite nor hih, eyes to the fore, never once glancing at the jars He kept up a steady pace and didn't stop until they reached the far end of the building

Suddenly everything changed In just a few paces the sense of evil was replaced by a warlow Crispin quickened his pace and entered a sreen, rather than blue, and the atn presence It filled the air and seemed to radiate from a jar that stood on an ornate stand at the rear of the alcove He had always believed that beauty was in the mind of the beholder There could be no better proof While ht repulsive, he felt the exact opposite The face in the jar radiated wisdom and compassion

Its thin lips creased into a smile

'Welcome to my small abode, Professor'

There was a touch of humour in the voice

'Your rew bigger 'I have not been addressed in such terms for over three centuries'

'Your son, Prince Crispin, infor'

'Yes Tho I am not properly alive and they won't allowArthur'

'Yes Tho Arthur'