" This is an adventure tour , isn ' t it ?" the demon asked , unmoved by threats . " If you want adventure , you must join my tour !"
He proceeded to hand us all business cards . It seemed , from reading the words on the card stock , that he was starting his own monster hunting tour here in America . I lifted my chin , glaring at him . I had had enough of monsters telling me what to do . " No thank you . I would prefer to perish ."
Mrs . Bamfield clutched my arm in a resolute manner .
" I must emphatically assure you I am in no way bluffing . I will shoot you ," Captain Hammerhorn said .
" Well , all right then ," the demon replied , annoyed . " I guess I have some divorce papers in the back somewhere . All right . Just wait right here ." Ahrimanes shut the door . After some time , and much rustling and banging within , the doors opened once more . The demon presented some divorce papers to Brunhilde , and they both signed them on Hammerhorn ' s back .
" Ha ! Ha !" cried the demon . " I have haunted your dreams long enough to learn all the routes around the globe which feature the most desirable locations for monster hunting ! And now , Brunhilde , you will forever be disgraced to live life as a divorcée !"
And with that , the demon began cackling maniacally and disappeared into a burst of flames , smoke and business cards .
We left the troll and the wagon with Ahrimanes , who , for some reason , crawled out of a trap door under the steps just a moment after his theatrics to pull the wagon into his carriage house .
Brunhilde is now free of the demon , and her spirits have lifted greatly .
The tour group awaits us in the bay , where I am told a gigantic mechanical island — speckled with the most delightful entertainments — will bear us across the Pacific Ocean and all the way to Asia !