His game...

"Is that right?"

The white haired of the board members asked, more elatedly. The man who had just finished talking nodded his head.

"Mr Marcot was as right as ever. He said the lad would come around and he actually did?"

The white haired had a great amount of glee spread across his face.

"For a moment, I was worried that he would send the cops to come lock us away. I had no idea that he would be coming himself. We are really lucky and forever grateful to have you, Mr Marcot amongst us. It's a great privilege."

Another of the men said with much enthusiasm and sense of patriotism. He was excited and happy.

"It was the science of life. It was something that was bound to be. But do not get your hopes too high, we have no idea why he is joining us again. For a fact, we have no idea why he is visiting until he spell his intentions out with his own mouth."

Mr Marcot took his turn. He neither looked pleased, impressed nor displeased and indifferent. He wore a filtered gaze. His facial expr