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'That's just it,' replied Tweed grimly, 'he vanished at the same time. The Squire of High Potternews has been suspended pending further enquiries. It's been removed to the Well and will stay there until Deane returns. If he returns.'
'Aren't you leaping to conclusions just a little bit early?' asked Havisham, obviously concerned by the lack of objectivity in Tweed's report. 'Do we even have a motive?'
'We all liked Vern,' said Tweed, 'me included. Despite being a villain in Potternews, he never gave us any cause for alarm. I was surprised by what I found, and you might be too.'
He pulled a piece of paper from his top pocket and unfolded it.
'This is a copy of a refusal by the Council of Genres narrative realignment subcommittee to agree to Deane's application for an Internal Plot Adjustment.'
He pinned it to the board next to the picture of the maidservant.
'In it he requests that the maidservant die in childbirth, thus saving his character from the traumatic scene at the end of chapter twenty-eight when the maidservant turns up with the infant, now aged six, to his wedding to Ellen O'Shaugnessy, the wealthy mill-owner's daughter. With the maidservant out of the way he can marry O'Shaugnessy and not suffer the degrading slide into alcoholism and death that awaits him in chapter thirty-two. I'm sorry to say that he had motive, Miss Havisham. He also had the opportunity – and the Jurisfiction skills to cover his tracks.'
There was silence as everyone took in the awful possibility of a Jurisfiction agent gone bad. The only time it had happened before was when David Copperfield murdered Dora Spenlow so he could marry Agnes Wickfield.
'Did you search his book?' asked Falstaff.
'Yes. We subjected The Squire of High Potternews to a word-by-word search and we found only one person who was not meant to be there – a stowaway from Farquitt's previous book, Canon of Love, hiding in a cupboard in Potternews Hall. She was evicted back to the Well.'
'Have you tried the bookhounds?' enquired the Red Queen, running a cleaner through the barrel of her pistol. 'Once they get on to a scent, there's no stopping them.'
'We lost them at the fence-painting sequence in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.'
'Tell them about the Perkins connection, Harris.'
'I think that is assumption, Bellman, if you please,' answered Tweed.
'Tell them,' repeated the Bellman, his shoulders sagging. 'I think everyone needs to know the full facts if we are to hunt Deane down.'
'Very well,' replied Tweed, upending a box and depositing a huge quantity of full stops, commas and semicolons on to the table.
'We found these hidden at the back of Deane's locker. We had them analysed and found traces of Guinness.'
'Ulysses!' gasped Benedict.
'So it would appear,' replied Tweed gravely. 'Perkins mentioned something about a surprising discovery in a report filed the day before he died. We're working on the theory that Deane was involved in stealing or handling stolen punctuation. Perkins finds out so Deane releases the minotaur and vyrus to cover his tracks. Flushed with success and knowing he will have to vanish, he kills the maidservant, something he has been wanting to do since first publication.'
'Isn't Perkins my investigation?' asked Bradshaw.
'My apologies,' replied Tweed. 'I will give you a full copy of my report.'
He stopped and sat down.
'I hate to say this,' began the Bellman sadly, 'but it seems as though we have underestimated Deane. Until I am shown otherwise I have no choice but to declare him a PageRunner. He is to be arrested on sight – and exercise extreme caution. If he has killed twice he wi
ll not hesitate to kill again.'
We exchanged anxious glances. Being declared a PageRunner was serious – few were captured alive.
'Item four,' continued the Bellman, 'the minotaur. We've got an APB out on him at present but until he turns up or does something stupid, we won't know where he is. There was a report he had crossed over into non-fiction, which I would love to believe. Until we know otherwise, everyone should keep a good lookout.'
He consulted his clipboard again.
'Item five. The 923rd annual BookWorld Awards. Because we are launching UltraWord™ at the same time, all serving members of the BookWorld have been invited. Obviously we can't leave books unmanned, so a skeleton staff will be left in charge. The venue will be the Starlight Room again, although with a displacement field technology we've borrowed from SF, so everyone can attend. This will mean extra security and I have allocated Falstaff to look after it. Any questions?'
There weren't, so he moved on.
'Item six. Thursday Next has been made a probationary Jurisfiction member. Where are you?'
