“Then what happened to him?” Ansell persisted. “Men don’t just vanish into smoke.”
“Maybe he’s hiding somewhere,” I said, looking round, but knowing that it was a waste of time. Then I suddenly saw something on the floor and I moved forward. “What’s this?” I said.
Under the table was the longest and most appetizing sausage I had ever seen. I picked it up.
“Where the devil did that come from?”
Myra took one look at it, gave a little moan and fell at my feet in a faint.
Ansell clutched my arm. “Didn’t you hear what she said?” he gasped, pointing a trembling finger at the sausage. “That’s Pablo. That’s all that’s left of Pablo.”
I dropped the sausage as if it had bitten me. “Am I going nutty or are you?” I demanded.
“She told him to get back into a sausage skin,” Ansell screamed, his eyes bolting out of his head. “She’s got the power to do it!”
“You’re mad!” I said backing away. “Such things can’t happen.”
Bogle came limping over and gaped at Doc. “What the hell are you squealing about?” he said, then looking down at Myra. “What she think she’s doing?”