He looked around. This room had been redecorated by his father. It had the look of a man’s room; it had the feel of his Cressly heritage even in the woodwork that held all the ancient books and texts. What would his father think if he knew? He turned at the sound of approaching footsteps and smiled, “Hunter, I was just wondering where you might be.” “I will get right to the point, Jacob…do sit,” Hunter said without preamble. Jacob sat and waited, his eyes widening, as Hunter relayed the information he believed his young host should know. Jacob, did in fact, interject with questions, and exclamations of ‘blackguard, scoundrel, and bloody hell. After Hunter was done, he rested his hands on his bent knees and released a slow whistle. “So, that is why Jerry has always been so mysterious.” “Hmmm. The waters have gotten too murky for Swit to wade through and I don’t believe he was ever comfortable in the spy business,” Hunter said thoughtfully as he moved to the large bay window overlooking a stretch of green lawns, his hands clasped at his back.
