Two other rooms were off the hallway. The first, which looked like the living room, was sparsely furnished, cold and uninviting and ultimately offered nothing. The back room, however, was a different story. It was chock full of boxes that contained papers, hand written documents and text books that would have taken ages to sift through. The rest of the detritus, that which hadn't found a home as yet, was haphazardly thrown onto various shelves, whilst even more was stacked into lofty, wobbly towers on a large, mahogany dining room table. Some of the books were closed, but they'd obviously been read because they had small bits of paper acting as bookmarks sticking out of them, whilst others had been left open at particular pages. Whether this was random or deliberate, it was impossible to d
