The Ace eases the door from SM open, his bare feet sinking into the lush, scarlet carpet as he traces a fireplace with half-a dozen deep and comfortable leather armchairs grouped around it.
Ending a comfortable distance beyond the armchairs, a long beechwood table lined with matching chairs stretches into the distance. Rows of freestanding beechwood bookshelves, end-on to the table march off to the far wall, which, like the one opposite the door, is a mass of windows.
Two thirds of the way down, against the door wall, a wrought iron staircase spirals up to the two galleries which carry yet more book cases and small reading areas at their far ends.
Freda carries in the brownie, who immediately starts to summon the books from SC.