tugged Jeb’s sleeve and squinted up at the dazzling light. “How?” Jeb smiled, seeming thrilled with my curiosity. “Same way the magicians do it — with mirrors, kid. Hundreds of ’em. Took me long enough to get them all up there. It’s nice to have extra hands around here when they need cleaning. See, there’s only four small vents in the ceiling here, and that wasn’t enough light for what I had in mind. What do you think of it?” He pulled his shoulders back, proud again. “Brilliant,” I whispered. “Astonishing.”
