*** that night , in his sweating dreams , arden ran raggedly through a chilly stonehenge-like labyrinth , and behind the obelisks poked the faces of chandy , his wife carol and his beloved daughter chloe , like an oscillating row of open-mouthed clowns at a fun fair , where salahudden was shooting at chandy with an air rifle but had the pellets replaced with fluttering butterflies .