Ben's eyes shot up at him and narrowed a little, as if he was trying to see through his skin into his head. Anne looked from her father to the visitor, a little nervous.

Ben looked at his daughter and then back at Anthony. "I see..." he said, voice rather deeper than before.

But suddenly the door burst open and two boys entered: a boy of about thirteen, who was dragging along a struggling younger boy - the one who had once claimed that Anthony had kidnapped him, and who had popped in and out earlier. "Father! Bram doesn't want to come home to help!" The older boy reported, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw there was a guest. "Oh, sorry."