Foaly did a little four-step, clapping his hands together. “Exactly.” Holly pushed through the door, dragging a metallic capsule behind her. “Look what they found buried in the grounds.” She flipped the lid, pouring the capsule’s contents on the Tunisian carpet. Several computer disks and hard copies of Artemis’s diary fanned across the carpet. Foaly examined a disk. “Something else you forgot to mention.” Artemis was not quite so cocky now. His lifelines to the past were being cut one by one.
