ing through； misty at first； but gaining substance。 The tabernacle was on an altar； the altar itself raised above three broad steps； before the steps a munion rail； the kneeling cushions and then the pews on either side of the centre aisle。 Liam； a youth； creeping towards the front of the church； in one hand a metal can from his grandfather's workshed； in the other a lit devotional candle。 He swung over the low rail； leaving the candle on top； and mounted the steps。 Doubt； guilt fear…urged him to open the tabernacle； to save the chalice containing the munion wafers he knew Father O'Connell always prepared the night before early Sunday mass； but he didn't； too afraid to do so； for it would be like opening the door to God； Himself； inviting Him to witness the sacrilege Liam was about to mit； and perhaps God…if any such creature really existed might take away the hatred； the one emotion Liam did not want to lose； because it gave him his life objective； it overcame grief and insecurity； if only for a short while。 He tipped the can and poured petrol over altar and steps； retrieving the candle and holding it aloft； well away from the inflammable liquid he splashed along the aisle。 Eyes almost blinded with tears； Liam dropped the candle into the puddle near his feet。 The fire sped away from him and now he was outside； face bathed in a warm glow； gazing in stupefied awe with the other townspeople as their beloved church perished in flames that might have been sent from Hell itself。 And Father O'Connell could not be held back。 He broke away from his flock and ran into the church； was gone for long minutes； an eternity； while the men outside moaned； the women wailed； and then he was bursting through the doors； the Holy Chalice clasped in his seared hands； but he was alight； his clothes； his hair； his skin on fire。 He staggered on the church steps； and the people his people…were afraid to go near； as if they would be contaminated； the flames would engulf them too。 The priest screamed and he shrieked and he raised his arms up to the night； the chalice falling to the concrete； spilling its contents。 The crowd moaned as one when Father O'Connell slumped to his knees。 They cried aloud when he pitched forward onto his face。 His body flared； a fireball without shape； and Liam's screamed Noooooooo became Halloran's as he stood in the centre of the room； hands striking the air as if to erase the memories； to banish the dreams。
He stumbled back against the wall； the open doorway beside him。 The worst of the stench came to him then； a smell so malodorous it was almost choking。 He cupped a hand to his。 mouth and nose； blinking away wetness in his eyes。 His whole body was damp； his clothes clinging； and it was only with considerable effort that he kept his legs straight。 The urge to sink to the floor had to be fought against； for he was overe with weariness and confusion； he resisted； acutely aware that there was danger all around him in this room； in this house。
The torch was lying several feet away； its thin beam pointed at the wall opposite； revealing only a strip of torn wallpaper。 He could just make out the shape of the black bag he'd also dropped lying close by。
In a crouch； his senses still not recovered from the onslaught they had received； Halloran moved forward and grabbed both items； then scrambled backwards so that he leaned against the wall once more。 He broadened the light beam to take in a bigger area。
The floor was littered with rubbish and filth； a threadbare carpet； corners curled covering a minimal section of bare boards。 The walls were stained； the faded paper hanging in tatters； to one side were cupboards； the wood cracked and dull。 A small table and chair were to his left； a few paces away； on the table…top a plate on which remains of a meal had furred green。 I…C° noticed that the ceiling light socket had no bulb； the ceiling itself bulging in places； and pockmarked with dark fungi。 Mustiness from that fungi contributed to the room's pungency； the rest was a mixture of urine； stale faeces； and sweetness。
The wide beam lingered around the room's single window； whose curtains were rendered grey by dust。 A high…backed armchair faced the window。 Wiry stuffing； like internal organs； spilled from holes in its upholstery。 He knew that it was from here that the lodge…keeper watched the estate's gates。 But Halloran could not see if the chair was occupied。 Several seconds went by before he determined to find out。
He edged past the doorway； keeping to the wall； moving to a position from where he could shine the beam directly into the chair。 Shadows shifted also； stirred by the changing light。 The angle improved as he drew closer； yet somehow he was reluctant to discover who sat there； his mind scarcely coping with the hallucinations it had already been bombarded with； he knew； though； that he could not leave the room without confronting the lodge…keeper。
He reached the corner； his shoulder brushing mould and dust from the mildewed wall； and raised the torch so that it shone directly into the seat。 Both relief and disappointment swept through him when he found it empty。
But a faint disturbance was ing from elsewhere in the room。 A sighing of air。 A breathing。
Halloran slowly swung the beam into the furthest corner； from where the sound came； the light passing an iron fireplace； this one too filled with hardened ashes； before ing to rest on a misshapen bundle of rags lying on the floor。
As he watched； the bundle began to move。
37 JOURNEY AROUND THE LAKE
There were five of them in all； lying low in the undergrowth； faces pressed into the earth as the car lights drew near。 Only one of the men looked up when the brightest moment had passed； and he waited until the rear lights had bee pinpoints in the distance before speaking。
'That was it； all right。 The Granada； Ten minutes at least 'tit the other one es along。' Next to him； the man named Danny grunted。 'Across the road； quick as you like； and as little noise as possible。 There might just be a foot patrol inside the grounds。' They rose as one； brushing through the foliage and around trees； sprinting across tarmac to reach the wire fence on the other side of the road。 They were trained mere； and one immediately turned his back and rested against the mesh； cupping his hands between his thighs as a stirrup。 He hoisted his panions over； then threw the two rifles left lying in the grass to them。 The weapons were deftly caught and he scrambled over after them The group melted into the shadows of the trees； then regrouped when they were well out of sight from the road。
The leader whispered loud enough for there all to hear。 'Round the lake； boys； an' no talking am the way。 we'll ）Seep to its edge in case there's an alarm set…up an the woods。 Eyes sharp； lads； an' single file。 Make your mothers proud。' He went forward； the others following down a slope that red to the water's edge。 They crept along the shoreline until the moo n； emerged from clouds like an all…enpassing searchlight； the： group dropped to the ground。 They crawled back into the under growth and waited to find out if they had been observed。 Their leader eventually gave the order and they rose as one to move silently through the trees。
'Look out；' one exclaimed。
The others stopped； crouching low； hands reaching for weapons。 Hammers clicked on revolvers。
'What was it？' the leader demanded when there was no movement nor sounds for several seconds。
'I saw something ahead；' the subordinate replied。 'A shape。'
'What the hell are you talking about？ Was it man or dog？'
'Neither；' came the nervous response。 'Just a shape。 I swear it disappeared in front of me。'
'You're going soft in the head； McGuire。 Let's get the job done。' They moved off again； but soon it was the leader himself who brought them to a halt。 His scalp prickled as he watched the wavery mist that drifted in and out of the trees a few yards away。 A cry close by distracted him。
One of his men had raised his Armalite and was about to fire。
'No；' he hissed urgently； grabbing for the barrel。 'What the hell are you playing at？'
'Jesus； God； I saw them there。'