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riding a horse as a wager- Mr. Percival Price, the secretary of the board, and so on. But you could find this information in any back edition of the Pulse . But you wouldn’t be able to find this,” he returned to the list Magnus had originally pointed out.
                  “Why not?”
                  If Twym Glyndwr wore glasses, he would have looked over them at Magnus.
    “For an expert in the law, you don’t know much about corporations, do you?” Magnus tried not to look bashful as he replied, following in Glyndwr’s wake back to the main desk,
    “I mostly focus on family law.” And since I do mostly work on family law, why was I assigned to this? He wondered
    Once back at the main desk, Twym fully unravelled the papers and held them down with pieces of laverbread.
    “This is a list of the specialists Sir Edgar hires for the SWSMC.”
    “But why is that important? And who would want that information?”
    “For a start, you should!” he exclaimed, almost baffled at Magnus’s seeming obtuseness, given that he came from such a remarkably intelligent family. “You should find these people and interview them, find out if everything is as it was reported.”
    “Isn’t that your job, to make sure everything is truthful?” Glyndwr shook his head ruefully.
    “If only that were the case. I’m just in charge of the facts. It’s the reporters, and the editors, who decide what the so-called truth is. I’ve tried to influence them…” he trailed off, looking wistfully at the cushion.
    “…which is why you ended up here, isn’t it?” Magnus finished. There was no need for Glyndwr to answer.
    “If even a tenth of what is stored here ever made it to press, companies would crumble and the government would groan under the weight of its sins.” Twym Glyndwr mused morosely, his eyes going unfocused into the bardic mists of Wales. Magnus rolled his eyes.
    “Then why keep all of this useless information?” he asked, sharply jerking Glyndwr out of his reverie.
    “Information is power, Mr. Cogspeare, and our editor-in-chief, Mr. Thaddeus Frisket, lives and breathes it.”
    After a quiet moment, Magnus asked,
    “Mr. Glyn…um, Glwn…well-”
    “Just call me Twym,” he offered. Struggling since that name wasn’t much better, Magnus continued,
    “Do you think I could borrow these for a few days, just to read up on the subject?” Twym frowned.
    “I don’t know, Mr. Cogspeare. You see, this is the last of the information we have on the SWSMC and I wouldn’t like the office to be without anything. But tell you what I’ll do; I’ll go over to Talliburn’s and see what he’s been up to with the rest of the files. Hopefully he’s done with a couple of them at the very least. Blazes, he’s probably on a bender and forgot about life outside the bottom of a bottle.” The suddenly friendly Welshman made to jovially slap Magnus’s shoulder, but the barrister quickly sidestepped him and nervously straightened his impeccable cravat, then fiddled with his hair.
    “That would be most kind, Mr...um, Twym. Yes, if you’ll just send a messenger or a pulse to my offices, I’ll send my assistant to pick up whatever you find. Yes, most kind- thank you.” And with that, he quickly replaced his hat and strode out of the dank room in a whirl of fine leather.
    As Twym Glyndwr re-rolled and replaced the cylindrical file, he shook his head, muttering,
    “I knew that that one was odd, but…blazes!”
    Chapter 17:
    It was a few seconds before Twym was going to pat his shoulder that Magnus felt an episode coming on. That’s why he knew he had to get out of that room, fast, and find somewhere small, quiet, calm, and preferably dark. Somewhere where he could lose himself, and then collect himself quickly.
    He frantically raced down the subterranean corridor, looking right and left, pulling at doors, all locked. Finally he found one that was unlocked, but when he poked his head in, it was filled with