Simon Green - Ghost of a Dream

“They?” said JC, carefully.

“My partners in crime,” said Dr. Todd. His voice was clear, but distant, as though it had to travel some unknowable interval to reach them. “Let their worthless names be forgotten by history. I let them kill me, and make use of my body, to create this wonder…and repair my reputation. I never meant to cheat people. When I started out, I wanted to give comfort to the bereaved. But I was tempted—by the money, and the fame, and the women…and I fell. This was to be my recompense. A device to summon ghosts, real ghosts…To do what I could not.

“I sat down in that chair, and they tightened the straps around me. A terrible experience, to sit down, knowing you will never stand up again. Almost as bad as having the top of my head sawn off. They couldn’t give me opiates, you see; it would have interfered with the process. I can’t remember if I screamed. I probably did. I passed out long before they cut and levered my brain out of my skull, and I died. Imagine my surprise when I discovered I was still there, as a ghost. I watched as they removed my brain, according to my instructions and specifications, and replaced it with the stolen brain of Oliver Lando, a genuine medium, with quite amazing psychic powers. The man who’d replaced me in the public affection, with his very successful tour of the provinces.

“I could have chosen someone else, some other genuine medium; but he was so very powerful…and I regret to say I could be a very petty man, back when I was alive. He was the real thing, you see: no tricks, no showmanship, a genuine Voice for the dead. Everything I’d aspired to be. I like to think he would have approved of what we made from his stolen brain. After I had him murdered.”

“What’s that thing on his head?” said Melody.

“That, dear lady, is the Crown of Tears,” said Dr. Todd. “My associates brought the design to me, the one thing I needed to be sure my Ghost Caller would work. Twelve human eyes, removed from the heads of six genuine psychics. I insisted we take only their eyes, not their lives. I saw no need to be cruel. Twelve psychic eyes, in the proper setting, to amplify the power of Lando’s brain, boosted by what was done to my body. Part engineering, part magic, part…

“I had help. That’s all you need to know.”

“Your Ghost Caller is still operating,” said Happy. “I can hear its false Voice, see its rotten Light. It’s still summoning ghosts, right now. And they will come like moths to a consuming flame. You can’t let this go on. Your…device must be shut down.”

“I don’t know how,” said Dr. Todd. “I never did. Operation of the marvellous device was to be left to my associates as they toured the country, in all the biggest theatres. Bringing back the dearly departed, to give comfort to those they’d left behind.”

“You thought the authorities would allow a corpse to be exhibited, and call up ghosts?” said Melody. “No wonder Julien Advent shut you down.”

The ghost smiled thinly. “Is that what it says in the history books? No. My associates heard he was coming and made haste to load the device onto this train. To get away and hide, and make plans for the future. They didn’t know I was still there, watching. I’d seen how powerful my device was and how much damage it could, would, cause. So I used the last of my power over the Ghost Caller to send the train Away. And I have stood guard in this place ever since, preventing its return. Until now.”

“Maybe we should tear this…thing apart,” said Happy. “You said there aren’t any protections.”

“It can’t be broken,” said Dr. Todd. “I had it made too well. It will…defend itself. And I can’t help you. I’ve been dead too long, worn too thin…That isn’t my body any more. Not a body at all, really. An infernal machine; and no human hand can undo what I have wrought. God damn me.”

“Lucky I’m here, then,” JC said cheerfully. “Because I’m not merely human and haven’t been for some time now.”

He reached inside the dead man’s head, thrust his fingers deep into the soft grey tissues, and ripped the brain right out of the skull, along with all its brass and copper and silver attachments. He threw the brain on the floor and stamped on it hard. Pink-and-grey matter exploded under his foot. Melody and Happy retreated quickly, making loud sounds of distress and disgust at what had splattered over their shoes. The ghost of Dr. Todd looked on blankly as JC tore the Crown of Tears from the dead head and broke the silver frame in his strong hands. He turned it inside out, so that the human eyes were all staring at each other, then carefully replaced the Crown on the empty head. JC stepped back and smiled about him easily.

“Time to leave, I think. Our work here is at an end.”

Out on the platform again, the three Ghost Finders looked hopefully around them. Evening had descended into night. Moonlight dappled the length of the platform. Eerie phosphorescent glows still spilled out of the carriage windows, interrupted here and there by the shadows of human shapes moving in inhuman ways.

“Nothing’s changed,” said Happy, nervously.

“It will,” JC said confidently. “Ripping out the stolen brain and reversing the Crown? Bound to do the job. Symbolic logic, very big in magic circles.” He turned to the ghost of Dr. Todd, trudging silently along beside them. “The rest is up to you, Doctor. If you really want to put a stop to all the horrors you’re responsible for.”

“You know I do,” said Dr. Todd. “I gave my life to creating them, so it is only proper I give my death to ending them. What do you want me to do?”

“I need you to re-enter your old body for a while and make it yours again,” said JC, as kindly as he could. “You can do that now Lando’s brain is gone, and the Crown of Tears has been turned around. Repossess your old body, and you’ll be able to bring the Ghost Caller, or what’s left of it, under your control.”

“Yes,” said Dr. Todd. “A fitting punishment for a foolish old man. Wait here, please. There are some things…that should be done in private.”

He disappeared abruptly, and all three Ghost Finders jumped. They’d got too used to the ghost of Dr. Todd still doing things in human ways. And then they all looked back, as the light blasting out of the baggage-car’s single grilled window shut off abruptly. There was a pause, then the body of Dr. Todd stepped slowly and stiffly out of the rear carriage and down onto the platform. The body walked slowly along the platform towards them as though every step, every movement, was a conscious effort. Dr. Todd lurched to a halt before the Ghost Finders and worked his dead mouth for a long moment before words finally emerged, dry and dusty and determined.

“Of course,” he said. “It’s all so clear to me now, what I must do.”

“Then maybe you’d explain it to me,” said Happy, testily. “Because I haven’t got a clue what’s going on!”

The dead lips smiled, briefly. “Time…to go home. The end of every life, and every death. We all get to go home.”

He strode off down the platform, lurching this way and that, and all the passengers’ heads in all the windows turned to watch him pass. Cracks had appeared in some of the windows; but the passengers seemed to have lost interest in that. Happy leaned in close beside JC.

“He’s doing something. I can feel it. He’s not the Ghost Caller any more; but he’s still…reaching out, to Something. I think…it’s another weak spot in reality, another door or potential door, but at the other end of the tracks! Talk to me, JC; tell me what’s happening here, or I am leaving!”

“Where’s your curiosity?” said JC.