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He
raised
an
eyebrow
.
"
You
could
have
warned
me
.
"
They
were
in
a
huge
white
room
.
Every
wall
was
covered
with
pictures
.
Each
picture
was
of
a
different
room
.
The
white
room
contained
no
doors
:
no
openings
of
any
kind
.
"
Interesting
decor
,
"
acknowledged
the
marquis
.
"
This
is
the
entrance
hall
.
We
can
go
from
here
to
any
room
in
the
House
.
They
are
all
linked
.
"
"
Where
are
the
other
rooms
located
?
"
She
shook
her
head
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Miles
away
,
probably
.
They
’
re
scattered
all
over
the
Underside
.
"
The
marquis
had
managed
to
cover
the
whole
room
in
a
series
of
impatient
strides
.
"
Quite
remarkable
.
An
associative
house
,
every
room
of
which
is
located
somewhere
else
.
So
imaginative
.
Your
grandfather
was
a
man
of
vision
,
Door
.
"
"
I
never
knew
him
.
"
She
swallowed
,
then
continued
,
talking
to
herself
as
much
as
to
him
.
"
We
should
have
been
safe
here
.
Nobody
should
have
been
able
to
hurt
us
.
Only
my
family
could
move
around
it
.
"
"
Let
’
s
hope
your
father
’
s
journal
gives
us
some
clues
,
"
he
said
.
"
Where
do
we
start
looking
?
"
Door
shrugged
.
"
You
’
re
certain
he
kept
a
journal
?
"
he
pressed
.
She
nodded
.
"
He
used
to
go
into
his
study
,
and
private
the
links
until
he
’
d
finished
dictating
.
"
"
We
’
ll
start
in
the
study
,
then
.
"
