Morton opened the door to let in a round faced man with a black felt hat and a cigar.

" I can tell by the look on your face I'm not what you expected me to look like."
Morton remained stock still with that bug-eyed look that so irritated Mona. He managed a nod as he stepped back to allow the Guide entrance.
" Probably didn't expect me so soon, " he continued. He was dusting off the hat brim the way they do in black and white movies. " Or maybe you're wondering what took so bloody long. Which is why you had to resort to the incantation?"
Again Morton only nodded but he could feel the words forming and gaining force, ready to burst forth in a rush. Wait, how could he be sure of the Guide’s credentials? Would anyone ever know he’d consulted him? Would it matter? Would they be able to trace the transaction back to him?
“Um, do you mind not smoking?” It was a start.