Well, we [— and "we" is the word that he uses automatically, though he hasn't thought himself a part of this in decades— ] didn't keep the two-potch mysteries out where company could see them. There's a library in the One Temple where the church librarians try to keep a copy of every book ever made.

[ But a quick scan of his current shelf doesn't turn up anything out of place— or at least, not that he recognizes as such. ]