Chapter 37: A Serious Discourse on Magic
Arthur rose to his feet. This time he perched himself on the edge of the desk, his temperament too restless to remain seated while listening.
“Let’s leave that story there. After all this, you’re still concealing the climax.”
He fixed me with a gaze of subtle insistence.
“In my forty years living in London, I’ve never witnessed the sky churning like that. Stars normally invisible to the naked eye were literally rippling like water. I’d call it a night sea rather than a night sky. And that phenomenon is connected to you, isn’t it?”
I bowed my head in solemn affirmation.
“That is precisely the most difficult aspect to explain.”
“That’s exactly the answer I was expecting, Philo.”
Suddenly, a wave of anxiety seized me.
Like a man possessed, I frantically scanned the room for my golf bag, then began tearing through its contents. I flung even dangerous items like ammunition pouches onto the bed, my erratic behavior causing even Arthur to watch with alarm.