The inspector read what was on the paper. By the time he’d finished, half of his moustache had fallen out and his face was like chalk. ‘I-I had no idea,’ he said, his mouth agape. ‘No idea whatsoever. W-where did this come from?’
‘It was in the High Wizard’s chambers,’ Thordric said. ‘It was disguised by magic.’
‘Right then,’ the inspector said, shaking slightly. ‘Thordric, round up the constables and tell them I want to see them. Now, boy!’
Thordric left the office and called to all the constables at their desks, ignoring their jibes at him. They soon rounded up quickly when they found out that it was the inspector’s orders. They gathered outside the office door, in time for the inspector and Lizzie to appear from within.
‘Constables, I want all the Wizard Council arrested and brought
