It was a dark and inconvenient night. Gromit had drawn himself a bath, there were candles lit, and he had a glass of toilet water chilled at thirty-four degrees. He had just shut the door when the phone rang. Gromit winced at the sound. At nine o’clock at night, there was no way this was a social call. Not that Wallace received many social calls in the first place. “Hello, Gromit’s Ghost Garage! Your rest is our peace!” Wallace said. Gromit pricked up his ears but couldn’t make out anything coming from the other line. Wallace continued, “Yes, we’re available.” Gromit’s head drooped. He took the plug out of the bath and emptied his glass. “Oh, I see. Your home has all the signs of being haunted. Piano playing itself, doors opening, scratching on the walls. Oh, I’ve seen it all before. Yes ma’am, we can be by tonight. And what was your name again, Miss? Lady Bow…A very charming name. Oh, you’re the gal living in the mansion on the other side of town. You’ll forg...