Manguino was feeling ill and angry, and most of all frightened.
"You were right to suspect these men, Orren!" he told the cardinal.
There was a sudden angry and loud voice blaring from the entrance to the room.
"What are you doing in here?" It was Boyce and he majestically trooped into the room and glared at the ArchBishop. "I don't mind if the guests roam around the house, but I do mind if the guests try to destroy the things that are within the rooms!"
"We are not destroying anything, my young friend!" Manguino assured him while he was leaning against the cabinet.
Boyce looked around the room and saw the undraped wall.
"Why is that curtain pulled away?" he demanded.
"Why isn't that wall white?" asked Manguino.
"White?" questioned Boyce. "Was it white, originally?"
Manguino nodded his head.