"No," Harry says, and it's a moment before he continues. "There was that thing in the summer." That thing. That thing that got Neil abducted - and Rosie too, he knows. Neil still won't talk about it, but Harry knows it was bad.

And Harry? Did he fight, did he help, did he save the boy he claimed to hold so dear? No, Harry had been overcome by a black mood, and had done nothing much except lying in bed, drinking brandy and forgetting to take his pills. He's not proud of it, but he knows he can't really fight it.