Good Omens

hearin’ teachers have. They can hear a whisper right across the room.”
    â€œMy granny used to put a glass against the wall,” said Brian. “She said it was disgustin’, the way she could hear everything that went on next door.”
    â€œAnd these tunnels go everywhere, do they?” said Pepper, still staring at the ground.
    â€œAll over the world,” said Adam firmly.
    â€œMust of took a long time,” said Pepper doubtfully. “You remember when we tried digging that tunnel out in the field, we were at it all afternoon, and you had to scrunch up to get all in.”
    â€œYes, but they’ve been doin’ it for millions of years. You can do really good tunnels if you’ve got millions of years.”
    â€œ I thought the Tibetans were conquered by the Chinese and the Daily Llama had to go to India,” said Wensleydale, but without much conviction. Wensleydale read his father’s newspaper every evening, but the prosaic everydayness of the world always seemed to melt under the powerhouse of Adam’s explanations.
    â€œI bet they’re down there now,” said Adam, ignoring this. “They’d be all over the place by now. Sitting underground and listenin’.”
    They looked at one another.
    â€œIf we dug down quickly—” said Brian. Pepper, who was a lot quicker on the uptake, groaned.
    â€œWhat’d you have to go an’ say that for?” said Adam. “Fat lot of good us trying to surprise them now, isn’t it, with you shoutin’ out something like that. I was just thinkin’ we could dig down, an’ you jus’ have to go an’ warn ’em!”
    â€œI don’t think they’d dig all those tunnels,” said Wensleydale doggedly. “It doesn’t make any sense . Tibet’s hundreds of miles away.”
    â€œOh, yes. Oh, yes. An’ I s’pose you know more about it than Madame Blatvatatatsky?” sniffed Adam.
    â€œNow, if I was a Tibetan,” said Wensleydale, in a reasonable tone of voice, “I’d just dig straight down to the hollow bit in the middle and then run around the inside and dig straight up where I wanted to be.”
    They gave this due consideration.
    â€œYou’ve got to admit that’s more sensible than tunnels,” said Pepper.
    â€œYes, well, I expect that’s what they do,” said Adam. “They’d be bound to of thought of something as simple as that.”
    Brian stared dreamily at the sky, while his finger probed the contents of one ear.
    â€œFunny, reely,” he said. “You spend your whole life goin’ to school and learnin’ stuff, and they never tell you about stuff like the Bermuda Triangle and UFOs and all these Old Masters running around the inside of the Earth. Why do we have to learn boring stuff when there’s all this brilliant stuff we could be learnin’, that’s what I want to know.”
    There was a chorus of agreement.
    Then they went out and played Charles Fort and the Atlantisans versus the Ancient Masters of Tibet, but the Tibetters claimed that using mystic ancient lasers was cheating.
    THERE WAS A TIME when witchfinders were respected, although it didn’t last very long.
    Matthew Hopkins, for example, the Witchfinder General, found witches all over the east of England in the middle of the seventeenth century, charging each town and village nine pence a witch for every one he discovered.
    That was the trouble. Witchfinders didn’t get paid by the hour. Any witchfinder who spent a week examining the local crones and then told the mayor, “Well done, not a pointy hat among the lot of them,” would get fulsome thanks, a bowl of soup and a meaningful goodbye.
    So in order to turn a profit Hopkins had to find a remarkable number of witches. This made him more than a little unpopular with the village councils, and he was himself hanged as a witch by an East Anglian village who had sensibly realized that they could cut their overheads by eliminating the middleman.
    It is thought by many that Hopkins was the last Witchfinder General.
    In this they would, strictly speaking, be correct. Possibly not in the way they imagine, however. The Witchfinder Army marched on, just slightly more quietly.
    There is no longer a real Witchfinder General.
    Nor is there a Witchfinder Colonel, a Witchfinder Major, a Witchfinder Captain, or even a Witchfinder Lieutenant (the last one