He bought the top-floor duplex apartment that he'd shown Sculley in the San Remo on Manhattan's Central Park West and hired James Freed of I.M. Pei's firm to renovate it, but he never moved in.
She hurried off to tell Madame Caron, and the two ladies went up to the attic, and, hidden by some linen spread across props, stationed themselves comfortably for overlooking the whole of Binet's room.
To someone who didn't know what was going on, it would have been a curious sight: people rushing up to the top floor early each morning and not re-emerging until past midnight.
For the rest, there was nothing of much importance in the attic save a great many scattered papers and note-books bearing upon my uncle's life in America.
Sophie saw the Giant straighten up again and she saw him poke the trumpet in through the upstairs window of the room where the Goochey children were sleeping.