His face turned resigned. And for an instant, I glimpsed how difficult the life of a butler must be, especially for such a spirited man. I patted his arm as I passed, hoping that might help. “Inventor Call!” I curtsied low. “To what do I owe this tremendous honor?”
Indeed, I was astonished to see the Inventor here. The last time I’d offered him help, he’d refused to even write, let alone grant me audience. So at the time, I presumed that he must need my help so badly that he came here himself to beg my forgiveness.
Which in itself was inconceivable. What had changed?
Inventor Maxim Call was an ancient, wiry man with brown skin and the piercing blue eyes of his distant cousin, Roy Spadros. Completely ignoring my cane, he came past without a word.
I gestured into the room; Sawbuck had ri
