After retrieving just another book for Sam, she handed me the one grand bounty. I never questioned the logic behind spending a thousand dollars to get back something that only cost maybe thirty.
Everything seemed ordinary, except for the crumpled paper I found in my hard earned wad. I squinted my eyes to read it's tiny print. If I recall, it said something like "Where do you live? They're building apartments all over the place." And there I stood, confounded. It was time to Ask a Specific Question:
I typed in many entries, such as note, paper, apartments, even Doyle Estates, but all she said was "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that." This was bad. She's the only librarian, in the only library, in all of London.
Minutes of scrutinizing the message boards proved fruitless. It was then, I knew what must be done. I was to repose any hope of an answer into my own post, and the wisdom that my fellow sleuths would impart therein. This is what they had to say...