For, once glimpsed, the illusion would be gone forever.The Bullet-Catcher’s Handbook No magic could have amazed me so completely as Farthing’s voice issuing from the wall. In volume and immediacy he sounded close. Yet this impression jarred with the thin, metallic quality of the sound.Fabulo’s eyes were wide. Lara held both hands in front of her mouth. Tinker pulled himself tighter against me. All were waiting for new words to break through the dry crackling.“Best do what he says,” said Agent Chronis, his voice a dry whisper. Yan’s knife was still tight against his windpipe.Jeremiah bent to bring his face close to the metal grille. His finger found the screws that seemed to hold it in place. But there was another detail I hadn’t noticed before – a button no bigger than a threepenny bit, flush with the rim and made of the same dull metal.He was tracing the edge of it when the crackling changed and Farthing’s voice again barked from the wall.“Attention, intruders. This is Agent Farthing.
