“Very useful thing, this telephone,” said Uncle Boris. “Far more effective than the telegraph. How did you know I would be at this hotel?”
I laughed. I said, “I scryed. It’s a less predictable technology but it still works on occasion.”
“What can I do for you, dear?” he asked.
“I could use some help. I’ve been asked to deal with some sort of revenant. It looks like a soldier from the First World War. It has killed four people and appears likely to kill many more.”
I could hear the smile in Uncle Boris’s voice as he said, “Only four? Never mind. I have not seen you in years. I shall take this triviality as an excuse to visit. I own an automobile. I appreciate that machinery even more than the telephone.”