CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX

Harold and Wilkes stood in an office. They knew whoever was going to attend to a case as delicate as the one they came with had to be on on the top most storey so they had no business being down there. That's how it always worked. The most important people had their offices on the highest storey and with each storey descending, the occupants of the offices were able to determine how important they were to the normal functioning of the school.

On the first storey was the reception. That was where they were, waiting.

The receptionist, a fat woman that puffed like a train instead of breathing in and out answered them. She spoke through her nose and by a glance, Wilkes and Harold could she didn't find it easy to breath. It was laborious, perhaps, because of her size.

“Did you book an appointment?” she asked when they had first entered. She had a lot of experience with notorious students who wanted nothing more than to cause trouble and