The turreted brownstone building seemed to squat between the hills. It dominated the surrounding fields and woods like a feudal castle, but without the warmth of an English manor. It was a bleak house, with high flat walls broken only by an occasional window or small ornamental balcony. A line of yew hedges bracketed the winding drive from the gate. The hedges had been clipped into grotesque gargoyle-like topiary figures. “My God, look at those hedge figures,” Bea said. “‘Slips of yew, slither’d in the moon’s eclipse.’” “What?” “The witches’ scene in Macbeth. They slipped the guy yew. Got him into all sorts of trouble.” “Oh, the topiary. Well, Ramsey McLean said it was a fortress fit for haunting.” “It must have taken some doing to get those hedges back into shape. The place was vacant for years,” Lyon said. “I believe there was some sort of estate dispute. Who’s going to haunt it?” “Serena’s father.” “Old Benny. I’m not surprised. He was a mean old curmudgeon.”
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