The Plague of the Zombies Page #5

Thank you, Sir James.

We must get back.

This may have been a trick.

Zombie.

- Oh.

- Peter?

Peter, it's all right.

it's all right now.

You had a nightmare.

A nightmare?

Then, it wasn't Alice?

I'm afraid that part of it was true.

You fainted

and we brought you back here.

And Alice?

Reburied properly.

The vicar gave her absolution.

She will be at peace now.

Peace? Is there such a thing?

There will be, my son,

and with God's help

and the energy of your good friend,

I am sure of it.

Well, I must get back to my church now.

Thank you for your help, Vicar.

It is I who should be thanking you.

I shall pray for you both.

Would you care to tell me

about your dream?

It sometimes helps.

I dreamed I saw the dead rise.

All the graves in the churchyard opened

and the dead came out.

All the graves were empty.

In heaven's name, where are they?

What's happened to them, sir?

It is essential that none of the villagers

should know of this.

We must get these graves filled in

before anyone is astir.

Very good, sir.

Sergeant, I want another word

with your prisoner, young Martinus.

- You want to see him right away, sir?

- Yes, immediately.

He's got away, Sergeant!

Anyone can see that.

The question is how?

The question is, where did he go?

Has he joined the others?

- The others?

- You know what I mean.

But he's not dead, sir.

Not yet, Sergeant.

But he soon will be.

Did the prisoner

have any visitors yesterday?

- Well, did he?

- Err... No, sir.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

Well, only the squire, that is.

- What did he want?

- He wanted a word with the prisoner.

I didn't think there was anything wrong.

- What did they talk about?

- Oh, I didn't listen, sir.

I didn't think it would be right.

They just talked? Nothing else?

- No, nothing, sir.

- Are you sure?

Well, of course I'm sure, sir.

They just talked.

Oh, the Squire asked

for a glass of water.

For the prisoner.

He said he was thirsty so I got him one.

Where is it?

- The water?

- The glass!

I threw it away, sir. It got broken.

- Who broke it? You?

- No, the Squire.

And young Martinus out himself?

How did you know that?

Never mind.

Sylvia.

Sylvia?

- Yes, Father. Whats the matter?

- Oh, there you are.

Oh, nothing, I...

I was just getting

a little worried about you.

Why? I'm all right now.

I'm just clearing up.

- How's the finger?

- Fine, thank you. Almost healed.

I must get on.

Ah, Peter. I have to go out again.

I want you to do something for me.

Don't let Sylvia out of your sight

until I tell you it is safe to do so.

- But, sir...

- Please.

Believe me when I say she is in danger.

- What can I do for you?

- We have met before, young man,

in somewhat disturbing circumstances.

However, I shall not

hold that against you.

Is Mr. Hamilton in?

He's in but he's busy.

Good. Will you tell him

that I want to see him?

I've told you, he is busy.

I'm glad to hear it.

I, too, am a busy man.

But as I have found the time

to come all the way out to see him

I think that he could come out to see me.

Would you tell him that, please?

Well?

Yes, thank you.

- Are you being funny?

- No, I'm not being funny.

I'm just trying to remember

my manners.

I wish I could say the same for you.

My name is Forbes.

Yours is Hamilton, I believe.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you, Mr. Hamilton.

In private.

Get out.

What do you want to see me about?

About Alice Tompson.

About young Martin us.

- About my daughter, Mr. Hamilton.

- What about them?

And about many others

who should be at rest now,

at rest in their graves.

- What has happened to them?

- How should I know?

I don't know how but you do know.

You know very well

what has happened to them.

Are you mad?

I almost wish I was.

This business is so appalling.

Mr. Hamilton...

Am I right in thinking

that you have spent a large part

of your life in the Caribbean,

in Haiti, to be precise?

And while you were there,

did you learn something

of the practice of voodoo?

You are mad!

No, I'm not.

But can the same be said of you?

Get out of here!

- I'm not going.

- Yes, you are.

Good night, Mr. Hamilton.

Well, I'm ready.

Kada nostra. Kada estra.

Kada nostra.

Kada estra.

- Kada nostra.

- What was that?

Nothing, Peter.

Come to me.

You will come to me.

- What is it?

- Some water, please.

Come and sit down.

Sylvia?

Aargh!

Help! Help!

- Hamilton, where is he?

- I don't Know.

- Where is he? Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Do you want to burn to death?

- No, no, no!

- Where is he?

- He's in the mine.

Get to the mineshaft, all of you!

Peter, look out! Peter!

Ohh!

Hurry!

Ah! Let me out!

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