The library, although beautifully appointed with priceless antiques and rugs, had a heavy, gloomy appearance. Even the narrow windows behind the desk—set deep into the castle wall—seemed to exclude rather than to admit the sunlight. Adair twirled a silver-handled letter opener in his hands. The oil lamp on his desk threw a deep golden glow across the room, casting his shadow upon the wall behind him. He was a small man, with dark, penetrating eyes, stooped shoulders, thinning gray hair, and a thin, weasel-like face. His countenance was both shrewd and sinister. He was a man who graced those in disfavor with a full portion of his hatred. Using the letter opener to clean his fingernails, he leaned back in his leather chair and waited. A few minutes later, the door to the library opened and Gavin MacPhail entered, a man of middle years, with graying red hair and a stocky build that suggested his Gaelic heritage. He made his way across the highly polished floors to one of two massive, carved chairs before the desk.
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