Four flights of stairs down, back to the vestibule, and up a flight of stairs later, Elizabeth and Ian were standing in front of a large wooden door similar to the main door.
“Since you’re such a genius, and based on how fast you devoured the diaries, I think you’ll appreciate this.” He pushed open the two heavy wooden doors, then stepped in and switched on the lights.
Elizabeth gasped as warm yellow light flooded the place.
She gazed up at the three-story library. Some shelves were built against the wall, many—like most libraries—extended out into the room. Every single one of the dark wooden shelves was fully packed.
A large chandelier with thousands of crystals hung grandiosely in the middle of the high ceiling.
She moved to the center of the room, gazing around in awe. “I think I
