sat down on a vacant chair, while the secretary was entering the Master’s office. A bit later he came out and nodded to Ted:
«Please come with me».
Ted got up and entered the office. The interior was pretty plain: a massive table, at which the Master himself was sitting, a couple of chairs and bookcases with books, three pictures hanging on the walls. Seeing Ted, the Master rose, gave Ted his friendly smile and lent him his hand, which Ted shook.
«Glad to see you, Mr. Spencer. Very glad! Have a seat. Anything to drink?»
«Coffee, please».
«Two cups of coffee,» – The Master nodded to his secretary.
The secretary left and a while later there appeared cups with coffee and cookies in front of the Master and Ted. The Master slowly sipped on his cup, nursing it. Ted followed his example, but the coffee happened to be too hot. He put his cup on the table.
«Why are you not drinking? You should wet your throat before the conversation. Or, maybe, you did not like the coffee, did you?»
«Oh, but I did. The coffee is very delicious. I cannot drink it hot though, sir».
The Master took another gulp and began his story.
«As I have already mentioned, there is a Magic Department in the British Museum. It was inaugurated four years ago after the top secret status had been removed. You were one of the key participants of those events, Mr. Spencer. For two years the Black Wizard had been terrorizing England, trying his best to subdue both all the local magicians and ordinary people. All that looked more than weird. After all, the Black Wizard had been known as an immortal conjuror that had never been interfered with, let’s say, mere mortal issues. Only you succeeded in pinpointing down his shelter and in rendering him helpless. It was you who managed to neutralize him. Right after the Black Wizard had been carried away to his world in sight of numerous magicians and non-magicians, and our existence had ceased being covert. Well, people accepted that fact quietly. Not all of them, of course, but let’s leave it at that. Then it dawned on us, the three Masters, to inaugurate the Magic Department in the British Museum. Many a magician has donated their supernatural artifacts for the sake of the Department. Apart from that, there are several rooms there that enable rank-and-file residents to feel as though they were true magicians. It resembles an amusement park, rather than a serious museum. Nonetheless, people are in raptures, henceforth, the Department was and still is a success. Roderick Steppen would have been the Department’s first tour-guide. As I have already told you before, he disappeared. Several days prior to his disappearance Roderick was here, in my office, and was inclined to share with me something. He then spoke about some cases of unauthorized penetration into the Museum, although nothing had been stolen. He also talked about some huggermugger. At parting he mentioned some idea that he had up his sleeve. However, he never shared it with me. After Roderick’s bizarre disappearance Merrill, the Fairy visited me. She claimed that thieves had attempted to get into her house. She does keep a great deal of artifacts. Now we are sharply in need of a new tour-guide to the Magic Department. Back in your School Principal’s office you agreed to become one, Mr. Spencer. Do you still agree?»
«Definitely, sir, I do. Only on condition that my work isn’t going to be boring».
«I can promise you that. Well, perhaps, retelling stories does not belong among the most interesting kinds of pastimes, but your primary mission is to clarify what happened to Roderick Steppen. In addition, you are to find out which secrets are hidden in the British Museum».
«I will do my utmost, sir».
«You have never told anyone about how you stopped the Black Wizard and what happened in the cave, have you?»
«No, I haven’t. Nor will I ever do it. I have sworn and cannot break my oath».
«I see. Here is the key to your flat and its address. Hopefully, you will like it there».
«Thanks».
«When do you think you will be ready to start working?»
«Today is Wednesday. I can start tomorrow».
«Excellent. Then I will call Mr. Merlegg and inform him of your decision».
The Third Master called Mr. Merlegg and told him that Ted would start his work at the Museum the following day. Ted heartily parted with the Master and decided to head for the flat right away.
«Please keep me informed of all the incidents going on in the Museum, particularly, the mysterious ones. My secretary will automatically transfer every phone-call of yours to my telephone,» – The Master uttered at parting.
«All right, sir».
A few minutes later Ted was already approaching the house in which he would have to reside. He got to the second floor, opened the door and stepped inside. The flat was small: an entrance hall, a kitchen and a dining room, a bed-room and a living room, as well as a washroom, toilet, a laundry room and a tiny pantry. In general, Ted liked his new place of residence. Both the flat and its furniture caught his fancy. What else he had to do except bring his personal belongings and to buy foodstuffs. Ted made up his mind to act gradually, step by step. He therefore went outside and transported himself to his parents’ house first. Oh boy! We have neither met Ted’s family yet, nor explored his dwelling. So, let’s fill in this gap and give us leeway now.
Ted, his parents and sister lived in Scotland, in a magicians’ village, which had already been declassified, as of today. Its name was Slitrent. Ted’s father, Mr. Francis Spencer, was a general practitioner. He was a tall, swarthy, black-haired forty-three-year old man with hazel eyes. His patients were both magicians and simple people. Ted’s mother, Mrs. Jane Spencer, was a forty-year old petite blonde woman with blue eyes. She was a chemist by profession. There was quite a big parcel of land at her disposal, where she could grow various magic plants and herbs, and then would brew potions out of them. It had been her hobby ever since her youth. Her husband highly appreciated her abilities and was constantly implementing the fruit of her labors in his medical practice. We have already met Ted’s sister Lily. As it has been previously observed, both Ted and Lily looked more like their dad, than their mom. It was a friendly, caring and loving family.
Ted came into his house. The whole family were sitting in there and watching television. Lily was the first one to spot him.
«Ted, are you back? So soon?»
«Is everything fine?» – Mrs. Spencer began to worry.
«Yes, everything’s OK,» – Ted sank in a vacant arm-chair. «Tomorrow I am going to start working in the British Museum. In addition, I will be living in a small flat in London».
«Great! In other words, the Master has kept his promise, hasn’t he?» – asked Mr. Spencer.
«Certainly. Not in vain is he the Master. I’d like to gather some things and transfer them to my flat».
«I’m going to help you».
«Thanks a bunch, Mom. I would also like some food and money, until I get my salary. May I?»
«Ted, aren’t you our son?! You should always feel free to ask us for help».
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