"What's your name, lad?" "Newton. Newton Pulsifer." "LUCIFER? What's that you say? Are ye of the Spawn of Darkness, a tempting beguiling creature from the pit, wanton limbs steaming from the fleshpots of Hades, in tortured and lubricious thrall to your Stygian and hellish masters?" "That's Pulsifer," explained Newton. "With a P. I don't know about the other stuff, but we come from Surrey." The voice on the phone sounded vaguely disappointed."