*
"Sit." King Abdullah pointed towards the seat in front of him as he walked over to the shelf beside him. Mr Evans sank slowly into the seat, holding a brand new cigar in his mouth. He refrained from lighting it however, choosing to watch king Abdullah as he muttered to himself softly.
"I must have kept it here somewhere." he muttered, running his fingers over the books. "It should be here. And that... man should have told me what he was looking for; I could have helped. Yes, I could have."
Mr Evans watched him calmly, steepling his fingers on the arms of the chair. The cigar was still in his mouth, a lighter placed on his laps.
"Aha!" king Abdullah exclaimed suddenly, pulling out a large and clean tome. "There it is." he smiled as he set it down on the table before Mr Evans, hurry
