Karl, the publisher, sitting on a sofa putting his bandaged leg on a cushion was trying to read a book in his hand inside his spacious library. Almost all classics and new books were stored there in glass-fitting showcases. The book in his hand was a recent published – by his press. But he could not concentrate on the book, for his thought was straying. He was thinking: When I will get to Andrew, I will ask why he was in a hiding for such a long time. Then I will dig his big secret. Surely he is giving security to some hidden treasure. I will get that story. Then hiding the details and names and places, I will publish a book. Andrew's news will be big news. Then this book will do some good collection too. Who knows, how is Andrew right now, if he is alive?