Many Clues
Tom looked up at Machina and then down at Silver Head, whose folded arms were resting on his square belly.
"Four clues at once?"
"He's a bit hasty," Machina said.
"You see, there have to be twelve clues, there are, and we've only got a short time to go, ya know."
"Why does there have to be twelve?"
"Tis part of the riddle, Master Tom." She winked at him. "There you are. I have just given you my own bit of a clue. I am quite clever."
"Yeah," Silver Head grumbled. "A regular Hubert Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff."
Machina snapped her fingers as her face brightened with recognition.
"Ah, I remember that name now! Yeah, me dad taught my sister and me all about him. He did. That bloke invented the very first version of the Teleporter."
"Did she just say Dad and sis?" Tom thought.
Silver Head shushed Machina. "Are you crazy? I thought we were done giving out secrets the boy doesn't need to know yet."