“Call a
what?” Ms Firnley asks.
“An
authority, sort of like an expert. Never mind. Is there any chance
I could have a look at this Knutbook, while we're waiting?”
“Of
course,” Ms Firnley replies. “We keep a list of IDs and
passwords here at the school. Why do you want to see it?”
“Curiosity,
partially, but it might help us identify the cause of this.”
Ms Firnley
pulls a laptop from her desk draw and within a few moments turns the
screen towards Fox. “There you are.”
Fox glances
at the screen for a few moments, scrolls down the page a little.
“There we are,” she says, pointing at a video. “That'll be the
blighter. Which of these little angels,” she gestures towards the
children, “is bossman67?”
