Andrew was circumnavigating the room. In a fit, he had gotten up and left the octagonal table. Now he found himself standing before one of the statues and pretending to be interested.
The marble soldier was one of the eight that guarded each corner of the room. It was as huge as the ones outside of the building. But instead of holding spears at its side, it held a flaming torch. From the austere look on its face, it was as if it, too, had many secrets to guard. Secrets that some of them Andrew would probably never find out.
But never mind the secrets. Andrew wasn’t really concerned about that. He was more concerned about his own well-being.