The
delivery room, it turns out, is a small featureless, white walled
space. There are no windows nor are there any other exits. In the
centre of the room is a simple square wooden table, about four feet
in length.
“This
is the delivery room?” The guide asks. “Where do the deliveries
come from?”
“That,”
the librarian replies, “Remains a mystery to us. The books just
appear on the table. Sometimes single volumes, sometimes the table
is piled high. The books never appear when somebody is here.”
Raven
has chalk in hand, trying to draw on the wall, but the line
disappears into the white of the wall.
“Bugger,”
he says, “It's going to have to be another trap door.”
