• "Ah," strangly enough he acted as if nothing happened and playfully leaned towards me," Mr. Cautron is doing it yet again." He pointed directly at the other man, whom I never noticed was searching for the book itself.
    "Sir?" I questioned, not really noticing anything.
    "He's thinking, or more per say remembering. See how he has his hands?" I followed to where Mr. Biltley had been pointing, finally noticing what he was speaking of. Mr. Cautron, to what I have come to find out is the man's last name obviously, had his first four fingers of each hand knitted together while his two thumbs kneaded away at one another as if to be stressed or in conflict.
    "He does that whenever he's making a decision or anything at all that involves deep thought. I have come to believe that the four fingers crossed together like that, symbolize the main topic or anything of the sort while his two thumbs symbolize him thinking it over or sorting through his thoughts pertaining to that exact topic. I find it quite unusual actually, I've never seen anyone else do that before! Whats even funnier is that he doesn't even realize that he does it. It's an involentary habit!" He explained it all with the tone of ecitement as well as astonishment. I found it quite funny how Mr. Biltley was so interested in such a thing, though I don't blame him for I too have never seen anything like it.
    Slowly as well as suddenly, Mr. Cautron stopped the kneading of his two thumbs, knitted them together and brung the whole collection up to his lips. After doing so, he swiftly turned to the wall behind the small swirling staircase, removing his hands away from his face.
    "It's here." he faintly mumbled.
    "Huh? You say something Mr. Cautron?" Mr. Biltley question, turning away from me and to the other man.
    Suddenly, Mr. Cautron punch the wall in, creating a giant gaping hole. Personally he caught me off guard and nearly startled me to death as well as Mr. Biltley.
    "Are you mad!? You can't just go around punching these old walls in! This house will cave in on our heads!" Mr. Biltely snapped at the mysterious man.
    Ignoring ever single word Biltley spat at him, the man reached into the hole as it engulfed his intire arm. He shuffled around until he nudged something then quietly pulled it out fro all of us to see.
    "This is it, The Book of Sacromone. The book which holds all cures, I'd know it's insignia anywhere." he said, gazing down upon the books worn out leather frame.