dropped to one knee atthe far edge of the steps and was retying his bootlace.
âShould we talk to that woman over there?â she asked in a low voice. âI think she works for one of the news-rags. She might know something.â
âThereâs a thought,â said Quiz, not looking up. âWait a second and Iâll come with you.â
Except his lace must have knotted, because it took him a long time to untangle it. By the time he straightened up, the woman was gone.
âIt might be for the best,â Quiz said, shrugging off Isavethâs look of reproach. âSheâd probably just have squeezed you for information anyway. Besides, donât you think weâll get farther with our investigation if the news-rags donât know who you are?â
Which was a fair argument, but Isaveth was still disappointed. It would have been more pleasant to talk to the woman than to go inside that cold fortress and confront the Lawkeepers. Still, she had no choice now, so she sent up a silent prayer for courage and climbed the steps to the door.
Quiz hurried to open it for herâhis way of apologizing, no doubt. She gave him a smile, which brought a tinge of color to his thin cheeks, and the two of them went in.
Inside it was cooler, and their footsteps echoed asthey crossed the polished floor. Smooth granite pillars loomed over them, and the bronze-and-iron crest of the Lawkeepers gleamed high on the opposite wall. Halfway across the chamber stood an imposing wooden barrier, and behind it sat two officers, a man and a woman, stamping papers and stacking them in piles.
âExcuse me,â said Isaveth to the female Lawkeeper, but the woman didnât even glance up. She gestured impatiently at her partner, who rose to greet them.
âWell, kids,â he said. âWhat can I do for you?â
Something about his gaze made Isaveth feel as though he were staring straight through her and counting all her bones. âIâI need to see the officers who arrested Urias Breck,â she said. âI have . . . information for them.â
Sheâd meant to say âquestionsâ but changed her mind at the last instant. Surely the Lawkeepers would be more likely to talk to her if they thought she had something to offer in return.
âIâm afraid thatâs not possible,â said the officer. âYou can fill out a report, and weâll contact you if we have any questions.â He took some papers from a pile beside him and slid them toward her. âName and address here, date and time of the incident here . . .â
âBut itâs urgent,â said Isaveth in desperation. The form was covered with lines and boxes, and looked to be atleast three pages long. âIsnât there anyone I can talk to right now?â
The Lawkeeper shook his head. âNo public interviews on Trustdays except by order of the Lawkeeper-General. Duesdays and Fastdays by appointment only.â He opened his ledger. âYou might be able to get in next Duesday, if I put you on the waiting list.â
Isaveth hesitated. She could see several names on the list already, and she hated the thought of waiting four more days for an interview that would be brief at bestâif she got in at all. What could she do?
Quiz slouched beside her, rubbing his nose and gazing dully about as though heâd never had an original thought in his life. She was about to poke him to get his attention when he muttered, âAdvocate.â
Of course! Like anyone accused of a serious crime, her father was entitled to a legal adviser. Isaveth turned back to the desk. âWeâd like to speak to Mister Breckâs advocate. Could you tell us where to find him?â
The officer retrieved a second ledger, opened it, and ran his fingers down the column of names. âThereâs no advocate listed,â he said shortly. âHe must have refused counsel.â
Isaveth