Artemis- Contact ID

  Artemis sighed.

  'Spare me the theatrics and sit down.'

  The waiter turned instinctively to Butler, who was, after all, the adult.

  'But, sir, I am the waiter.'

  Artemis tapped the table for attention.

  'You are wearing handmade loafers, a silk shirt and three gold signet rings. Your English has a tinge of Oxford about it and your nails have the soft sheen of the recently manicured. You are not a waiter. You are our contact, Nguyen Xuan, and you have adopted this pathetic disguise to discreetly check for weaponry.'

  Nguyen's shoulders sagged.

  'It is true. Amazing.'

-Artemis Fowl, Chapter 1