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potential for good and surely could not harbor the purity of evil required to harm a blameless child.Folding the photo away into a pocket, Ethan called out, “Fric! Fric, where are you?”When he received no answer, he hurried through the library, along the canyons of books, from Aesop and Conrad Aiken to Alexandre Dumas, from Gustave Flaubert to Victor Hugo, from the house-control program. Instead of presenting him with the usual three columns of icons, the screen immediately revealed the floor plan of the ground level of the mansion, the eastern half.Somerset Maugham to Shakespeare, all the way to Emile Zola, afraid of finding the boy dead and of not finding him at all.No Fric.The reading nook farthest from the library entrance included not only armchairs but also a worktable with a ] Although the outgoing lines were no longer working, the in-house intercom was a function of the system separate from phone service. Only a power failure could disable it.Ethan pressed the button labeled INTERCOM, then pressed HOUSE, and broke one of Mrs. McBee’s cardinal rules by paging the boy from the third floor to the lower garage. His summons issued from the speaker in every phone in the mansion: “Fric? Where are you, Fric? Wherever you are, speak to me.”He waited. Five seconds was an excruciatingly long time. Ten equaled eternity.“Fric? Talk to me, Fric!”Beside the telephoneon. Ethan hadn’t touched it.The ghost operating