Ben or one of the others was here? No wonder Miss Caraway and Mr Grandace had left us to fend for ourselves at the office building.
“They can’t have taken it,” Mr Grandace said.
“Well, it’s gone! Stop tearing things apart and help me record what we can.”
Mr Grandace hesitated, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand. “Blast it. Okay.” He dropped the books he was holding and whipped around to the whiteboard. Miss Caraway placed a whiteboard marker in his hand, and he joined Miss Trager in scribbling across the surface of the board.
Zo and I shuffled into the room. “What’s going on?” I asked.
“The prophecy’s gone,” Miss Trager said, without looking up. “I’m sorry we had to leave you tonight, but the magic flung Arthur back here when someone broke in and tripped the wards. I onl
