Before he could help her to her feet, the cellar door that the storm blew shut, burst open; its ancient hinges screamed in protest as they wrenched from the splintered doorframe. Harry rushed through the opening brandishing a pistol, his countenance dark and alert for danger. He stopped short before the crumpled body of Angelous Kroger. He gasped. Another gasp followed, but this one came from behind him. They all glanced to the door to see Millie walk gingerly up to where ...