Gunther Octavius stood just inside the room, dressed in trousers only, the doors to the adjoining room open behind him. His attention, like that of Luppas, was riveted on the trid recessed in what appeared to be a hand-crafted shelf that fit in with the opulence of the room. Everything in the adjoining suites reflected a heavy Victorian influence that Luppas found suited his present mood. He’d definitely moved into king territory with the declaration to Fishbein.