Death Or Fortune (65 page)

     "Understood my lord!" Kaffis said as he
opened up the purse a bit.  He was nearly blinded by the shine of the
platinum coins. "Thank you my lord, good luck!" Kaffis told him as he
was rushing out of the office.  Once the lumberjack was out of the room
Darmot picked up the book from his desk and put it high on the shelf behind the
desk.  The brown leather almost blended in with the wall behind it.
 If you were at a lower angle, it was almost impossible to see. While he
never admitted it out loud, this was something he did for a reason.  If it
didn't stand out, small hands might not go looking for it.  As he blew out
the lamp on his desk, the room fell into a near dark state.  While he did
not care for this room when he first moved into the house five years before, he
had grown to love it.  Charles had done a wonderful job of picking out
everything in the room.  As Darmot closed and locked the door behind him,
he was already thinking about what he would write next time he opened the door.
Would it go undone because of his death or would he settle down to write about
his good fortune?  Only time will tell.