â€˜Master Fowl?â€™ said Mulch innocently. â€˜Weâ€™re here for some kid?â€™
â€˜Iâ€™ll keep a screen open for you. But if something comes up . . .â€™
Holly traced a finger round the perfectly circular bruise on Chipsâ€™s forehead.
â€˜I never tell anybody exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared. Very well, we will have to risk the hazel iris-cam. With any luck, Spiro might not notice. If he does, I can invent some excuse.â€™
She tried the door to an office on her left. Locked. Hardly surprising.
The wagonâ€™s panels began to lurch and buckle as the goblins renewed their attack.