Book 3. Chapter 58
Hogg ignored Zerif’s corpse completely, and went to his writing desk. He pulled an odd piece of equipment out of his pocket, something that looked like a stethoscope and put it in his ears.
Brin moved to open the wardrobe, but Hogg said, “Wait! A guy like him will put traps on his documents to destroy them rather than let someone else see them. I have to do this carefully.”
“Oh,” said Brin, withdrawing his hand.
“So, you know… get out of here,” said Hogg.
“Fine.”
As he was leaving, Hogg turned back to the desk moving the device across it carefully but confidently, like he’d done this a hundred times.
Outside, he supposed that he would have to be the one to appease the crowd.
“What’s going on? Is he really dead?” someone asked.
Brin thought quickly, trying to think of what he could say to get everyone to leave it alone while also not revealing what had happened. But did he even need to? This might just be his [Illusionist] instincts at work.