Since the intelligence services got the spy, the case was indeed swept under the rug, although I got a stern talking down from the Major.
"It's not, strictly speaking, prohibited to use a magic blocker," I said. "Sales, yes. Production for own use, no."
"But you gave it to the guard," the Major pointed out.
That's where we got into murky legal territory.
It was better just to deny it. This wouldn't be the first time I lied to the Major.
"I didn't give Mr. Trent anything," I said. "Nor did he use anything he didn't have, of course. The police were the ones that used the magic blocker."
Despite ventilating that room for a week, I still avoid going there. Getting my magic blocked was unpleasant.
"That's not what the prisoner is saying," the Major said.
"He'll say anything to harm us,"
