Violetcontinuedtolookatthem，thenslowlystretchedoutherhand，butsoonletitfallagainwithanairofdiscouragement。
Certainlythemissingdocumentwasnotintheink-potorthemucilagebottle。Yetsomethingmadeherstoopagainoverthepadandsubjectittotheclosestscrutiny。
“Ifonlynothinghadbeentouched！“sheinwardlysighed。Butsheletnosignofherdiscontentescapeherlips，simplyexclaimingassheglancedupatthetoweringspacesoverhead：“Thebooks！
thebooks！Nothingremainsbutforyoutocallupalltheservants，orgetmenfromtheoutsideand，beginningatoneend——
Ishouldsaytheupperone——takedowneverybookstandingwithinreachofawomanofMrs。Quintard”sheight。”