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eyes.
    Pinched face.

    LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: Seen on a boat headed downriver. Presumed abducted.

    KNOWN ASSOCIATES:
    None

    SAM, EDD, ERIK AND JO-JO HEAP
    DESCRIPTION: Teenage boys. Jo-Jo Heap age fourteen. Edd and Erik Heap, identical twins age fifteen. Sam Heap age seventeen. All have green eyes and blond curly hair. Generally scruffy.

    LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS:
    Room 16
    Corridor 223
    East Side

    KNOWN ASSOCIATES:
    Silas Heap
    MAXIE HEAP
    DESCRIPTION: Wolfhound. Moth-eaten.

    LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: Seen on a boat heading downriver.

    KNOWN ASSOCIATES:
    Silas Heap
    Nicko Heap

The Supreme Custodian’s Journal

    Property of the Supreme Custodian
My Journal
    7:00 P.M . M ONDAY
    My feet are freezing. This Palace is a miserable dump. Every winter I forget how awful the Big Freeze is. Only ray of sunshine in my life is young Simon Heap. He’s not a bad lad to talk to. Silly boy. Why he wants to be loyal to a bunch of useless Wizards, I have no idea, but I have a feeling it won’t be for too much longer. I am definitely getting somewhere. Indeed, it is high time I got over to the Ladies’ Washroom to see how he’s getting on. I’ll bring him one of those pies I had for lunch.
    10:00 P.M . M ONDAY
    There was frost in the washroom; blasted fire has gone out and no coal left. But we had a nice chat, and young Heap ate the pie. He is mellowing. A week ago he wouldn’t have touched it. I think he will tell me what I need to know any day now. Felt sorry leaving him alone. Would have offered him a blanket but wasn’t quite sure how I could explain that to DD if he found out. Young Heap very morose. It can’t be too comfortable chained to a freezing-cold radiator.
    5:00 P.M . T UESDAY
    Oh I feel quite ill. This afternoon got summoned by DD to the Wizard Tower. Had to walk all the way up to the top, as the stairs have ground to a halt, clogged up with a plague of DARKE cockroaches coated in Magog slime. Whole place smells disgusting and is, frankly, quite creepy nowadays with all that DARKE stuff flitting around and that ghastly wailing all the time. Say what you like about old Overstrand (and many people do), but at least she kept the Wizard Tower running properly and it smelled nice.
    Of course the old toad refused to believe I am doing my best to get the information out of young Heap. I told him you catch more flies with honey, and he just laughed and said he catches flies with a flyswatter and I should try that with young Heap. Then one of those awful Magogs slid up to me, clicking its claws and breathing down my neck, while DD said that if I don’t get the whereabouts of the Queenling soon he’ll have me CONSUMED. Told me exactly how he would do it. Twice . I feel sick thinking about it. Oh no, another knock on the door. I feel quite weak.
    6:00 P.M . T UESDAY
    Thank goodness it wasn’t another summons to the Tower—it was Gerald. I do enjoy calling him Gerald. He hates it, of course. “I am the Hunter ,” he said, very sniffily. Gerald gets on my nerves. He breezes in and stomps around like he owns the place. You’d never know that he’s the one who lost the Trail, that he can’t even track a bunch of smelly Wizards. Ha! I am surrounded by fools. I shall go and see young Heap again. I have a little plan, which I think might work. I am slowly bringing him to his senses through my charm and charisma. Mother was not right about that . I have great personal magnetism. I can see it in the way people avoid looking at me. It is all just too much for them.
    1:00 A.M . W EDNESDAY
    It has been an interesting evening. I took a nice hot drink of chocolate along with me to the Ladies’ Washroom, and young Heap and I had our little chat. It was freezing, but I was fine, as I took my nice new ermine stole with me. Heap’s teeth chattered, but I resisted lighting the fire—I just thought, flyswatter, flyswatter . Anyway, I played my trump card—I “offered” Heap the possibility of an Apprenticeship to our new