When Junco saw the guard's crystal, he clutched at his breast pocket, but did not find it there. He remembered where it lay, hidden in his own library. "Damn," he muttered... Junco took his delicate cup of tea and drained it, setting it down with the utmost care before he stood from his chair, one fist flexing. "Who would dare steal the crystal?" He asked... It would be most unfortunate if his own employers were mixed up in this business.