This is thirty-five Portland Row. We’ve always been safe here.” George stiffly raised a hand. “Except when that Fairfax assassin broke in one time,” he said. “Oh, yes. True.” “And that time when Annie Ward’s ghost was unleashed here,” I added. “And the various times the skull’s caused us grief,” Holly put in. George nodded. “Let’s face it, it’s always been a death trap, hasn’t it?” Lockwood clenched his teeth. “Yeah, but it’s my bloody death trap, and they’re not getting in.
