wanted to take full advantage of
it before he left.
As he started
going through the rooms on the bottom floor, which he had not seen
anyone near, he realized that there were too many mysteries, and no
noticeable means of solving them.
He stopped to
rest at a room window, and realized the hopelessness of such an
endeavor. He observed the dark parts of trees sticking out from the
blanket of snow.
The snow had
stopped, and the sky was cloudless.
Some ravens
croaked, and flew up into the air, from nearby trees, as though
someone was there.
A gentle
breeze blew up some snow on the ledge, like grains of salt.
The furniture,
about him, held his attention, as he was unable to determine what
its use was. There was no bed. Just furniture – giving it the look
of a study. It also had a door at its side, which had not been in
any of the other rooms.
Its brass
handle was stiff, feeling as if it had been that way for a long
time, and he had to give it a hard jerk to make it budge. As it
creaked open, a black switch became faintly visible on the white
wall. It activated the lights, which flickered and grew bright.
It took a few
seconds for the sight before him to sink in, and he stood steady,
glaring at shelves of books, covering its walls.
As he
approached them, it became clear that it was a small library.
He had dismissed that there were any
books, as they ’d not been aware of there being a book on the entire
estate.
If an answer to the clue existed, he knew
that it could well be there! Even though they seemed to be mainly
only outdated books on city affairs, which had to have belonged to
Sir Richard.
He scribbled
down the subjects of the books, and added any interesting facts
that he noticed. If he could find out more about Sir Richard, and
what subjects he had been interested in, he might be able to
discover where he would have been most likely to put it.
Yet, as he
went through them, he became aware that they were very old business
books, and that he might have changed considerably over the amount
of time that he had acquired them to when he had made his video.
His business past interests spanned a wide variety of subjects.
Some other
books grabbed his attention, but only proved, to his amusement,
that he had had an interest in pirates and ships. And, of course,
even that somehow seemed to connect to his business interests. He
tried to think of where a businessman such as him would have put
things, but he could not think of anything.
It was going
to take a considerable amount of time to check them in more detail,
which could waste a vast amount of his time.
He was
starting to enjoy the empty corridors, and vast limits of space,
which existed there. His own home, and even the hotels, would never
compensate for it. The silence, lack of crowds and city sounds was
so unusual and glorious he would surely miss it.
Bryson made
his way up to the top floor, listening to the voices there. He
glanced about, and saw Sarah, with a mischievous smile. He
instantly believed that they had been wrecking the place, to find
what they wanted.
The women had
rolled up the carpets, at part of the corridor, beside Sir
Richard’s room. While the men were searching through everything in
the rooms further along.
“ Has
anyone found anything?” he uttered to James, detecting a scent of a
perfume, which he did not recognize.
“ I don’t
think so, but we are making good progress,” he replied, with a
slight smile.
Bryson tried
to work out how many rooms they could properly check before the
time limit.
They would not
even progress close to it, but they were only searching the places
where it was most likely to be, and there would be enough time to
do that.
Bryson moved
over to one of the rooms, where he heard Robert, checking the
walls, for any hollow places.
“ There
he is!” he grunted.
“ We were
considering trying the outer walls,” Robert announced, without
hesitation. “What do you think?”
“ That’s
a good idea!”