You remind me of someone. Who could that be?'
'Beats me,' said Butler, rolling his eyes.
'But how did you set this up?' the French girl wondered. 'The meeting site was Kong's idea. I heard him on the phone.'
Artemis smiled at his own cleverness. 'While he was thinking about it, I said 'I'll be wearing a burgundy tie. Pay attention to that. There are a hundred and one ways this could go wrong. If it does, the police could tie one of us up for a long time.' Do you see?'
Minerva plucked at a curl thoughtfully. 'Mon Dieu! You used the power of suggestion. Tie pay. A hundred and one. Tie one.'
'Or what Kong's subconscious heard: 'Taipei 101. Taiwan.''
'Brilliant, Artemis. Extraordinary. And coming from me, that means something.'
'It was brilliant,' said Artemis, with characteristic lack of modesty.
'Allied to the fact that Kong's second home is Taiwan, I was reasonably confident that it would work.'
There was a harried-looking man at the gallery's reception desk. He was dressed in a neon blue suit, and his head was completely shaven, except for a spiral of stubble in the shape of No.1's rune. He spoke in rapid Taiwanese into a Bluetooth headset clipped to his ear.
'No, no. Salmon is not good enough. Squid and lobster are what we ordered. You have them here by eight o'clock, or I will come down there, slice you up and serve you as sushi instead.'
'Trouble with the caterers?' said Artemis pleasantly in Taiwanese, when the man had disconnected.
'Yes,' replied the man. 'The exhibition is opening tonight and. .'
The man stopped because he had looked up to see who he was talking to and spotted Butler.
'Well, wow. Big. I mean hello. I am Mister Lin, the curator here. Can I help you?'
'We were hoping for a private preview of the exhibition,' said Artemis.
'Specifically, the dancing figures.'
Mister Lin was so surprised he could do little more than bluster. 'What?
A what? Private? No, no, no. Impossible, out of the question. This is important art. Look at my head. Look! I don't just do this for any old exhibition.'
'I realize that, but my friend here, the large one, would be extremely happy if you could let us in for a minute.'
Mister Lin opened his mouth to answer, but something down the hall caught his attention.
'What is that? Is that a muumuu?'
Artemis didn't bother to look.
'Oh, yes. We have disguised our fairy friend as a child in a muumuu.
Mister Lin frowned, and the spiral on his head moved. 'Fairy friend? Oh, really? Who are you people? Are you from Pop Art Today! Is this one of Dougie Hemler's postmodernist stunts?'
'No. He's a real fairy. A demon warlock to be precise. The one behind him, flying, is an elf.'
'Flying? You tell Dougie Hemler from me, that there isn't a chance in. .' Then he spotted Holly hovering over No.1's head.'Oh!'
'Oh!' agreed Artemis. 'That's a fair reaction. Now, can we go in? It's extremely important.'
'Are you going to ruin the exhibition?'
'Probably,' Artemis admitted.
Mister Lin's lip quivered as he spoke. 'Then I can't let you in.'
Holly darted forward, collapsing her helmet visor.
'I think you can let us in,' she said, her voice layered with magic.
'Because these three humans are your oldest friends. You invited them for a sneak preview.'
'And what about you two?'
'Don't worry about us. We're not even here. We're just inspiration for your next exhibition. So why don't you buzz us all in.'
Mister Lin flapped a hand at Holly. 'Why would I worry about you?
You're not even here. Just some silly idea flying round my head. As for you three guys, I am so glad you could make it.'
'You don't need to video us,' prompted Holly. 'Why don't you shut down the gallery cameras?'
'I'll just switch off the gallery cameras — give you guys a little privacy.'
'Good idea.'
The curator had turned his attention to the pile of posters on his desk before the security door closed behind Artemis and his group.
The exhibition hall was ultra-modern, with dark wooden floors and slatted blinds. The walls were hung with photographs — giant blow-ups of the dancing figures in the centre of the room. The figures themselves were raised on a dais, to make their detail easier to view. There were so many spotlights on them, that there was barely a shadow on the stone.
No.1 absently pulled off his bonnet, approaching the exhibit in a daze, as though he had been mesmerized and not the curator.
He climbed on to the dais, stroking the stone skin of the first figure.
'Warlocks,' he whispered. 'Brothers.'
The sculpture was beautiful in its detail, and yet horrific in its subject matter. It consisted of four creatures, ranged in a broken semicircle, in the act of dancing or recoiling from something. They were small squat fairies, like No.1, with thrusting jaws, barrel chests and stumpy tails.
Their bodies, limbs and foreheads were covered with swirling runes. The demons were all holding hands, and the fourth held on to the severed hand of the next in line.
'The circle was broken,' said No.1. 'Something went wrong.'
Artemis climbed on to the dais beside him. 'Can you bring them back?'
'Bring them back?' said No.1, startled.
'From what I know of the gargoyle's touch, it can transform living things to stone, and back again. You have the touch — can you use it?'
No.1 rubbed his palms nervously. 'I may have the touch. You know, maybe, and that's a big maybe. I turned a wooden skewer to stone, at least I think it was stone. Maybe it was just coated with ash. I was under a lot of pressure. Everybody was watching. You know how it is; maybe you don't. How many of you have even been in imp school?
None, right?'
Artemis gripped his shoulder. 'You're babbling, Number One. You need to concentrate.'
'Yes. Of course. Concentrate. Focus. Think.'
'Good. Now, see if you can bring them back. It's the only way to save Hybras.'
Holly shook her head. 'Way to keep the pressure off, genius.'
Minerva was circling the exhibit in a daze not unlike her former captive's.
'These statues are actual demons. They have been among us all this time. I should have seen it, but Abbot looked nothing like this.'
Holly landed beside the girl, up close.
'There are entire species that you know nothing about. You almost helped to wipe out one of them. You were lucky; if that had happened, a dozen Artemis Fowls would not have been enough to rescue you from the fairy police.'
'I see. I said sorry already. Can we move on?'
Holly frowned at her. 'Glad to see you've forgiven yourself so quickly.'
'Harbouring feelings of guilt can have a negative effect on mental health.'
'Child geniuses,' growled Holly.
'Genii,' said Minerva.
On the dais, No.1 was laying hands on one of the petrified demons.
'So, back in Hybras. I just kind of held the skewer and got excited, then it started. I wasn't trying to turn it into stone.'
'Could you get excited now?' asked Artemis.
