Just when I got of the phone with Marcello, professor Hubnoth called.
'Did you find him?' he inquired.
I told him that I was getting close. An acquaintance, Marcello, would take me to a haunted house somewhere and that I expected to find Yosht there.
'Keep me posted.'
On the way to La Casa Embrujada Marcello told me a lot of Spanish ghosts stories.
'What happened to the consul?' I asked.
'Well, he was only an honorary consul of some East African country, I forgot which. His wife had died and he lived here alone for a couple of years and one day he just disappeared. Was never seen or heard of again.'
We drove through an empty landscape with dark distant mountains and black clouds sailing in from the east. We drove through a ghost town, or really a tiny village, where everybody had left. Empty streets, deserted houses.
'They all moved up north,' my companion explained. Not much to do here.'
We turned onto a narrow, unpaved road with treacherous potholes and crevices that Marcello negotiated with great skill.
'After the next bend you will see the house,' he announced. When La Casa Embrujada came into view I asked him to stop the car as I wanted to make a few pictures.
We got out of the car and felt the wind rising. We were in the middle of nowhere and bad weather was coming our way.
'Do you want to continue?', I asked Marcello, pointing at the clouds. 'It's going to get ugly.'
'A bit of rain has never hurt anybody.'
We got back into the car and the engine wouldn't start. Marcello tried and tried but he couldn't get it going. The engine was dead, not a sound, nothing. Nada.
'You know anything about cars?' he asked me.
'Nothing, absolutely nothing,' I replied. 'Nada.'
We opened the bonnet, looked inside, touched a few wires and tried again. Nothing.
'Let's go the house,' I suggested. 'Maybe Yosht can help.'
'If he's there.'
'Let's find out.'
As we made our way through the fields the drizzling rain turned into a genuine downpour with severe gusts of wind. We were running now. Soaked and out of breath we reached the porch.
'Did you see that?' I shouted at Marcello, pointing at what seemed to be fresh tire tracks in the grass.
Marcello nodded. 'But where is the car?' he asked. 'And where is your friend?'