"2018," said Jasmine, "not long before Isa and Milly – the older ones – went over there, so the stuff they're up to back in the 1820's must have been just before they arrived here," and Riddle commented, drily: "certainly looks very like it, you really have to ensure they're kept in custody, don't let Peter Boo wheedle anything out of the Sheriff," at which Teri said: "at the risk of sounding like an Eeyore, I feel like we could be on the verge of losing them – if they could escape from custody in the Bronx, how easy would it be for them between Hawick and Jedburgh?" but Felix had an idea, and produced a scriptor from his pocket: "looks like a pen-holder, but don't let appearances fool you," he said as he opened it and showed them a tiny pin: "it's a tracker, if you can get someone at Hawick Cop Shop to hide it in their clothes somewhere, in the sole of a shoe, or suchlike, you can use this to follow them." and from the little case he produced what looked like a small screen, when he switched it on, it displayed a map of the area of the High Street far above their heads, with a pulsing red dot in the centre, "and if you prefer, it can be changed to Satellite," and at the touch of a button the map changed to an aerial view of the same place, and Teri pointed at the image on the outside of box: "what's that bird with the eyestripe?" but just as Felix was telling her: "it's an Osprey, my pal Oscar Fingers O'Flaherty makes them in Leith, he does surveillance drones as well," there was a creak and a metallic clang above them as the iron hatch fell into place and the lights went out; they heard bolts being slid into place and then footsteps fading into the distance: "quick!" snapped Riddle, "the other way out, let's hope he – or she – doesn't know about it!" and as they pushed through the small doorway, Teri thought to herself: "fat chance of that. . . . .!"