Back from the interview. They gave me the job, naturally. I stayed over in Marchway's one hotel, the 'White Monkey', so I could examine the available housing. I've put my name on an old manse at the edge of town. Looks quiet, neighbours are unlikely to pester me with all that housewarming nonsense. No ghostly rumours, which is good. The last thing I want is a batch of amateur ghost-catchers turning up and photographing dust around my house.

It needs some work but I can get it done before I move in. With luck, that will be at least a week before I start work.

On Monday I break the news to Grimshaw. I can't wait to see his bloated, acne-ridden expression.