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He strode purposefully from the lavatory, marched through the bedroom, entered the library once more. Weaver followed, his face betraying an objective interest startlingly in variance with his nervousness of the past hour. He seemed to have forgotten something.
"What's past that door? " demanded Ellery abruptly, pointing to the second red-leather, brass-studded door on the opposite side of the room.