Sticky Translucent Glue
Michel gawked at the room he was standing in as Duke sniffed around, the floorboards creaking with every step.
“The Master’s Office,” Michel said.
“Stroke of luck, what?” Duke said.
“Why would the Master make out that this is the caretaker’s room?”
“Perhaps because no one would ever contemplate entering into a filthy caretaker’s room, therefore making it the securest of rooms.”
Michel wandered around the brown wallpapered office and looked at the abundance of portraits that hung on the walls depicting not the Master but a smiling, elderly woman wearing a black cloak. “Eleanor!”
Michel walked over to the far side of the room where a frosted glass door was situated, marked ‘Reanimation Room. Keep Out! Unless you’re me – which you’re not!’ He tried to rattle the
