Chapter 2.3: Night at the Foundation [01/31/1925]
When Rosalie went for the knob again, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she found that the door was open wide, just as had been the previous door. She realized that this would be the only way the single guard could make as efficient a patrol of the building as he had. If he had to continually close and lock each door, it would have been a much more troublesome, long, and laborious patrol than the one they had witnessed from outside as evidenced by the flashlight's movement through the buildng.
Evident here were the two chairs she had sat in with her uncle previously, and Gavigan's desk. Behind his desk were several closets, and along the walls were shelves that displayed various curios and relics that appeared to be of Egyptian origin on a cursory examination. The office was magnificently paneled, and like the rest of the building, it was opulently appointed. A strong, modern safe hung slightly ajar in the back corner of the room.
As Tommy walked in, he saw rooms to his left and his right. To his left, he saw what appeared to be an old storage room. Inside, there were many boxes and crates, old furniture, and so on. There was also an empty mummy case in poor condition laying there.
To his right, he saw a plain and undecorated room, save for a table and a couple of chairs.
OOC:
Yeah, I saw that. I was holding the results of your investigation hostage for everyone to post Stealth rolls. After all, what you would have been able to observe would have been markedly different if someone had accidentally raised the alarm.