“I tied up every portable telephone system in Central London for forty-five minutes at lunchtime,” he said. There was silence, except for the distant swishing of cars. “Yes?” said Hastur. “And then what?” “Look, it wasn’t easy,” said Crowley. “That’s all?” said Ligur. “Look, people—” “And exactly what has that done to secure souls for our master?” said Hastur. Crowley pulled himself together. What could he tell them? That twenty thousand people got bloody furious? That you could hear the arteries clanging shut all across the city? And that then they went back and took it out on their
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