‘The sun was shining on the mock Tudor façade of the library as Alice walked carefully up the steps and opened the large oak door. It slanted across the black and white tiled corridor, almost touching the double doors at the end of it. Almost reaching into the library. Alice opened the doors onto the dusky Victorian room and looked around. Perfect. All the books were aligned exactly as she had left them last night. The cleaners had obviously read her little note, reminding them to place any books, accidentally knocked off the shelves, in the correct Dewy-Decimal position.’