Practical Demonkeeping

said. “Let’s lay it out. I think it’s obvious from what we know that there is no way to hurt the demon.”
    “True,” Travis said.
    “Therefore,” Brine continued, “the only way to stop him and his new master is to get the invocation from the second candlestick, which will either send Catch back to hell or empower Gian Hen Gian .”
    “When Travis meets them, why don’t we just rush them and take it?” Robert said.
    Travis shook his head. “Catch would kill Jenny and the Elliotts before we ever got close. Even if we got hold of the invocation, it has to be translated. That takes time. It’s been years since I’ve read any Greek. You would all be killed, and Catch would find another translator.”
    “Yes, Robert,” Brine added. “Did we mention that unless Catch is in his eating form, which must have been what Howard saw, no one can see him but Travis?”
    “I am fluent in Greek,” Howard said. They all looked at him.
    “No,” Brine said. “They expect Travis to be alone. The mouth of the cave is at least fifty yards from any cover. As soon as Howard stepped out, it would be over.”
    “Maybe we should let it be over,” Travis said.
    “No. Wait a minute,” Robert said. He took a pen from Howard’s pocket and began scribbling figures on a cocktail napkin. “You say there’s cover fifty yards from the caves?” Brine nodded. Robert did some scribbling. “Okay, Travis, exactly how big is the print on the invocation? Can you remember?”
    “What does it matter?”
    “It matters,” Robert insisted. “How big is the print?”
    “I don’t know—it’s been a long time. It was handwritten, and the parchment was pretty long. I’d guess the characters were maybe a half-inch tall.”
    Robert scribbled furiously on the napkin, then put the pen down. “If you can get them out of the cave and hold up the invocation—tell them you need more light or something—I can set up a telephoto lens on a tripod in the woods and Howard can translate the invocation.”
    “I don’t think they’ll let me hold the parchment up long enough for Howard to translate. They’ll suspect something.”
    “No, you don’t understand.” Robert pushed the napkin he had been writing on in front of Travis. It was covered with fractions and ratios.
    Looking at it, Travis was baffled. “What does this mean?”
    “It means that I can put a Polaroid back on one of my Nikons and when you hold up the parchments, I can photograph them, hand the Polaroid to Howard, and thirty seconds later he can start translating. The ratios show that the print will be readable on the Polaroid. I just need enough time to focus and set exposure, maybe three seconds.” Robert looked around the table.
    Howard Phillips was the first to speak. “It sounds feasible, although fraught with contingencies.”
    Augustus Brine was smiling.
    “What do you think, Gus?” Robert asked.
    “You know, I always thought you were a lost cause, but I think I’ve changed my mind. Howard’s right, though—there’s lot of ifs involved. But it might work.”
    “He is still a lost cause,” the Djinn chimed in. “The invocation is useless without the silver Seal of Solomon, which is part of one of the candlesticks.”
    “It’s hopeless,” Travis said.
    Brine said, “No, it’s not. It’s just very difficult. We have to get the candlesticks before they know about the seal. We’ll use a diversion.”
    “Are you going to explode more flour?” asked Gian Hen Gian .
    “No. We’re going to use you as bait. If Catch hates you as much as you say, he’ll come after you and Travis can grab the candlesticks and run.”
    “I don’t like it,” Travis said. “Not unless we can get Jenny and the Elliotts clear.”
    “I agree,” said Robert.
    “Do you have a better idea?” Brine asked.
    “Rachel is a bitch,” Robert said, “but I don’t think she’s a killer. Maybe Travis can send Jenny down the hill from the caves with the candlesticks as a condition to translating the invocation.”
    “That still leaves the Elliotts ,” Brine said. “And besides, we don’t know if the demon knows the seal is in the candlesticks. I think we go for the diversion plan. As soon as Howard has the invocation translated, Gian Hen Gian should step out of the woods and we all go for it.”
    Howard Phillips said, “But even if you have the seal and the invocation, you still have to read the words before the demon kills us all.”
    “That’s right,” said