“You can find me either here or in my office late at night,” Campbell said. “My office is this adjoining room in here.”
He moved to an oak-stained side door next to his closet, and opened it. Penelope abandoned her dog post and went into the office wearing an expression of curiosity.
Campbell turned and saw Penelope gazing around with an expression of wonder at the huge roll-top desk and executive-style hover chair against the far wall of the windowless office. The other bookcase lined walls were crammed with books, loose papers, and a collection of ancient weapons. Most of the books appeared to be very old, thick, leather-bound editions.
“I've never seen so many books before in one place,” she commented with awe. “They must be priceless.”
“I'm a collector of history. Many of these edi
