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her fingernail and listened anxiously to the voice on the end of the line. “If you would, please, yes,” she said.
    Dr. Fielding put the phone down. “They’re useless. All the inspectors are busy. Beasts aren’t their top priority.”
    She sat down at her desk and turned on the computer. “Can you help, please, Ulf? Can you find the Helping Hand and start checking the archives for any criminals we have on file?”
    Ulf walked into a storeroom at the back of Dr. Fielding’s office. Filing cabinets ran along each side of the room. On top of them, stacked to the ceiling, were cardboard boxes and heaps of papers tied withstring. The storeroom contained all the RSPCB’s paperwork.
    Ulf read the labels on the cabinets:
    RSPCB MEMBERSHIP…ENVIRONMENTAL SURVEYS…BEAST POPULATIONS…FOREST CONSERVATION…
    He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. Something rustled in one of the boxes. Its top opened and a finger poked out. Ulf watched as three more fingers and a thumb emerged.
    The Helping Hand crawled out of the box and scuttled onto a stack of papers. It tapped a finger impatiently, awaiting instructions.
    Helping Hands are busy beasts. They run on their fingertips, and are perfectly suited to helping around an office, sorting and filing, fetching and typing.
    â€œDr. Fielding needs everything on dragons, criminals, and cannons,” Ulf said.
    The Helping Hand began rummaging through the files, opening each box and filing cabinet, pulling out sheets of paper, running its fingers over the words.
    â€œThe Helping Hand is on the case,” Ulf said, walking back into Dr. Fielding’s office.
    Dr. Fielding was standing at the window. “Look, Ulf,” she said. “Come and see this.”
    A shiny black car was coming down the driveway. It stopped at the entrance gates, and a man got out. Ulf and Dr. Fielding looked at one another, then hurried through the house and out of the front door.
    â€œCan I help you?” Dr. Fielding called to the man as she walked across the courtyard.
    The man was standing behind the gates. He was tall and thin, dressed in a long black coat, a black hat, and black leather gloves.
    He tipped his hat, revealing black hair greased into a side parting. “Dr. Fielding, I presume?”
    Ulf stood beside Dr. Fielding and watched as the man took a wallet from his coat pocket. He opened it, showing a photo of himself.
    â€œMy name is Inspector Black,” he said. “From the department of National and International Criminal Emergencies.”

    â€œNICE,” Ulf read above the man’s photograph.
    â€œI’ve come about the dragon.”
    â€œThat was fast,” Dr. Fielding said, checking the man’s identity card. “I was told that all the inspectors were busy.”
    â€œI was in the area. May I come in? We have much to discuss.”
    Dr. Fielding opened the entrance gates, and Inspector Black parked his car next to the RSPCB vehicles: a rescue truck, a Jeep, and four all-terrain vehicles.
    He stepped out. His black shiny shoes scrunched on the gravel as he walked over to them.
    He looked to the left. Then he looked to the right.
    â€œListen carefully,” he said. “I’m currently in the middle of a top-secret investigation. The situation is extremely serious. There are rumors of a beast hunter operating in the area.”
    â€œA beast hunter?” Dr. Fielding asked. “Who?”
    â€œThis man hates beasts,” the Inspector said. “We do not know his exact identity, but we believe he is in the area and in possession of a cannon.”
    â€œA cannon? He shot the dragon!” Ulf said.
    The Inspector looked down at Ulf. “And who are you, young man?”
    â€œThis is Ulf,” Dr. Fielding explained.
    From his coat pocket, Inspector Black took out a notepad and pencil and started writing. “Is this boy a relation of yours?”
    â€œUlf is a