Silence filled the room again.
“Please may I come into the Key Room?”
Judas was getting bored with playing games now, and his voice was beginning to reflect that.
He sat as still as he could and waited. He could feel the Custodian moving all around him. There was something angry in the way it moved and talked, a restrained ferocity, malice that was cold and heavy. It liked quiet, and it didn"t like to be disturbed. Judas sat there and wondered just how powerful it was; it did keep all the evil locked up tight within the Black Museum boundaries after all, and some of the inmates locked up inside were very dangerous indeed. When things were quiet, Judas intended to map the Black Museum, plotting its pathways, its secret rooms, and doorways that opened out on to who knew where. It would be
