ladies?â
âWeren't you just selling dismembered corpses or something like that an hour ago?â said Mallory disgustedly.
The goblin wrinkled its nose dismissively. âA drug on the market. And speaking of drugs on the market, how aboutââ it lowered its voice conspiratoriallyââa bottle of (get this!) children's aspirin.â
âGo away.â
âYou're right, sir,â said the goblin. âYou haven't been a child in days now. Any fool can see that.â
âYeah, I think that pretty much defines both the situation and the speaker,â said Mallory. âGet out of my way.â
âSubscriptions!â cried the goblin. â Look! Colliers! Argosy All-Story! Mating Habits of the Tree-Dwelling Wildebeest! â
âBats,â said Mallory, âcount to five and if he's still blocking my way, bite him in the neck.â
âHow about a correspondence course on seven ways to prepare goblin for Thanksgiving?â offered the goblin, backing away.
Mallory began walking again. âLet's go.â
âBanned eight-millimeter movies!â shouted the goblin after them. âCandy Barr! Joan Crawford! Linda Lovelace! Arnold Stang!â
Mallory stopped and turned. âArnold Stang?â he repeated.
âI was just kidding,â said the goblin. âBut it got your attention, didn't it?â
âBats, kill him,â said Mallory, starting off again.
â Deep Ear! The Bratislavan Stallion! Behind the Mauve Door! â
âUhâ¦I don't know if I've ever mentioned it,â said McGuire, softly enough so the goblin couldn't hear, âbut I'm terrified of goblins.â
âJust you, or all vampires?â asked Mallory.
âJust me. How do you think I got to be forty-seven?â
âFigures.â
â The Devil and Arnold Stang! â yelled the goblin just before they passed out of earshot. âHalf price! And I'll toss in a two-month supply of vitamin H!â
â Is there a vitamin H?â asked McGuire. âI've been feeling run down lately, andâ¦â He paused and looked up at Mallory. âI know: Shut up.â
They walked another block in silence, and then Mallory peered ahead and slowed down.
âI don't like the looks of this,â he said.
âIt's just a few cops and an ambulance,â said McGuire.
âThat's not an ambulance,â said Mallory, and as they got closer McGuire could see a spavined, ancient horse harnessed to a wagon. âThat's the death cart.â
McGuire shrugged. âPeople die. No reason to take any notice of it, especially on All Hallows' Eve.â
âDon't you recognize where you are?â snapped Mallory. âThat's Winnifred's building.â
âIt is?â
Mallory pulled out his license, held it up, and elbowed his way through the small crowd of humans, goblins, gremlins, elves, and unidentifiables. A moment later he was looking down at the lifeless body of Rupert Newton.
âYou know him?â asked a cop.
Mallory nodded. âYeah. What happened?â
The cop shrugged. âWe got a call that there was this stiff on the street, and this is what we found.â
âVampire?â asked Mallory.
âHe's got a couple of holes in his neck, but they're not fresh. We'll schlep him off to the morgue and let them worry about it. You wanna come down and make an official ID?â
âCan I just do it here?â
âIf you could, I wouldn't ask you to come down there. Don't give me a hard time; this is All Hallows' Eve. If the worst that happens is that we trip over a few dozen bodies between now and morning, we'll be ahead of the game.â He paused. âYou know where the morgue is?â
Mallory nodded.
âWe got four more to collect. Figure we'll be there in an hour.â
âGot you,â said Mallory, stepping back as the cops moved forward to lift Rupert and put him in the cart.
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