Almost! – Five WI meetings had turned up zilch, and Tamar was disgruntled and Stiles was wishing he had not come. The WI-ers had given him some very curious looks, of course he was used to this, and his first instinct, had been to whip out his badge, until Tamar told him not to.It was getting dark; they were in Staines; the daylight blackout evidently had not reached this area yet. The sun appeared to be setting in the usual manner. They had decided to call it a day and were wandering along dispiritedly. ‘Why isn’t it ever easy?’ complained Tamar, looking for a private place to teleport from. She stopped suddenly and raised her head, almost as if she were sniffing the air.‘What is it?’ Stiles asked.‘Magic,’ she said, ‘there.’ She pointed to a house. ‘Witch magic.’‘How do you know?’She shrugged. ‘How do you know when it’s cold? I just feel it.’‘So, what are we doing, are we going in?’‘Um – no, we know where she is; let’s just leave it for now. We may not need her at all, and if we burst in on her now, she may not be here when we come back. Denny was right; witches tend to be afraid of me. Let’s just take a note of the address.’ She glanced at the sign and laughed. ‘Look at this – Mrs.
