As Gerhard sat down, Anton stared at him in disbelief but didn't move to stop him. The chancellor pulled a small tin box from his coat and opened it, revealing a lump of dark clay. "Make a noise," Gerhard murmured, pressing the black key of the chamber into the clay, shaping it carefully, with care.
Realization dawned on Anton's face. He hesitated only a moment before grabbing one of the chairs and hurling it against the wall. The loud crash echoed through the chamber. "I would never tell you anything! We did nothing wrong!" Anton's voice thundered, the perfect sound of a desperate prisoner.
Sarah de Wyndham flinched, confusion and fear flickering in her eyes as she turned to her husband, then back to the silent chancellor, who only looked up briefly and gave Anton a discreet thumbs-up before gesturing for him to continue. "Good," Gerhard murmured under his breath, adjusting the clay to capture every groove of the key.
