It not being possible to teleport from within the hall. They had decided that the best thing to do would be to go back to Denny and Tamar’s flat in London. There being nowhere else they could think of, at the moment, that they could go. ‘It’s a nice place, isn’t it?’ said Cindy as they made their way into the living room. ‘Thank you,’ said a voice from the high backed armchair that was facing the fireplace. ‘I try, although I think it might be a little old fashioned nowadays.’ The chair turned to face them, and the body in the chair rose up from the seat like a pantomime demon. ‘Clive!’ Tamar exclaimed. ‘That’s Clive?’ said Stiles, who had never seen him, only heard about him. Denny nodded. He was not all that surprised to see him. The little tit was always interfering. ‘Yes, of course,’ Clive answered. ‘So, nice to meet you Mr. Stiles.’ And Stiles could have sworn there was a very slight emphasis on the Mister. ‘And you my dear,’ he turned to Cindy. ‘Charmed.’ He gave a slight bow. Cindy just looked at him with her mouth open. ‘So nice of you to admire my humble home,’ he said to her, ignoring her uncouth stance. ‘Too kind indeed.’ ‘Your house?’ said Tamar. ‘This is your house?’Clive gave a little shrug.
