It was to do with gold, lots of gold… lots of fairy gold. He knew exactly who and what Butler had been talking about – he could even read Gnommish, which wasn't something an everyday eleven-year-old human could do. He logged onto his second computer, the machine that was dedicated to finding out about his parents. Not that he didn't love his adopted fathers; John had been the one to suggest that he look for his blood parents. He flicked through the files on the desktop, searching for the one he knew had been there yesterday… It wasn't there. Someone had actually broken into his password-protected computer in his identity-protected bedroom and deleted it! He fumed and speculated on why someone would want to, but it didn't really matter – the file had contained a language and an alphabet he had known and spoken from birth – Gnommish, the language of the People. He sighed, then reached across to the third monitor and fired up the Internet. When his email home page had loaded he typed a question to James Moriarty. It was concerning his missing file and it wasn't very polite.