The Girl at the Library
It was just after half past five as Denis hurried along the High Street, past
Boots the Chemist's, and down the quaint little cobbled side street that led
up to the city library.Then he quietly turned the handle of the glass door, entered the dark little
room, and took a volume of the Encyclopedia Britannica from the nearest
shelf to the door.She had long
dark brown hair, a prettily-shaped face, and there was an exquisite look of
freshness and vitality about her.asked the woman in the apron in a coarse Lanca-
shire accent.Positioning himself at the
end of one of the shelves, he proceeded to take out a book and open it, an
intent look on his face.The person whom Denis had come to the library to observe was a young
woman, not much older than nineteen or twenty, he guessed.Somehow.