Harry cautiously probes the floor ahead of her with the table leg as she makes her way to the nearest of the two doors. She pauses to press an ear to it, listening for any sounds within.

The floor seems stable here.

No sounds from inside...

Harry takes hold of and slowly turns the doorknob, attempting to make as little noise as possible. Should she feel the door-catch release, she pushes the door open as she steps back and readies herself.

Adam stood ready to back Harry's plan.

Hm. Underwhelming. This room appears to have been used for storage. A large oak chest stands under the window, its lid closed. Elsewhere in the room are three wooden chairs-- all broken-- two splintered wooden buckets, and a mildewed sack. Just inside the door is a bundle of what looks like clothing; this bundle carries no dust and appears to have been put here recently.

Harry experimentally prods the bundle with her table-leg. Should nothing happens, she steps over it and carefully crosses to the oaken chest. Again using the table-leg, she attempts to raise the lid.

Adam will look carefully at the clothes to see if they are mens or womens and what sizes.

Harry finds that the chest is empty.

The bundle of clothes are men's clothes. The man not currently wearing them would appear to be of average size (so, they won't fit Adam at all).

A coin falls out while Adam is examining them... he goes through the pockets more carefully. They contain typical personal effects that a man walking around might have-- there are more coins, which add up to almost thirty cents (an average amount for a man to be walking around with). There's nothing, though, that would suggest anything more about the identity of the man.

Harry glances over her shoulder at the sound of the first coin hitting the floor. She returns to the doorway and peers at the collection of coins, seemingly tiny in Adam's enormous hand. "Still ain't savvy on these newfangled coins. Half-cent, cent, half-dime, dime, quarter, half-dollar, dollar," she grunts in irritation. "Quarter-eagle, half-eagle, eagle. Bloody hell. My guess? Tha's about a day's wage fer a farmhand or laborer, and pocket change fer someone with a trade."

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 ~ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...nage_(1792_-_c._1837)
 ~ https://libraryguides.missouri...esandwages/1790-1799

Adam nodded, though half in thought. Something about this was bothersome. "This seems wrong. People do not leave money in clothing with such precision. This is exactly what someone should carry, as if the owner might forget otherwise. Hm...I know it is wrong,  I just don't know why."

Harry simply grunts in response. "Will take yer word fer it." She takes a closer look at the clothing, but it could be anyone's in her mind. "Don't these people believe in wearin' colors other than black, white, grey, and brown?"

Adam got a thought, "A priest, maybe? That would make sense."

Harry stares at the big man. "Sense it may make. What it don't make is faith in anyone's vampire-huntin' skills." She jabs a finger at the garments. "Fella presumably had a crucifix, oughta fended off a vampire lest he were defrocked clergy." A snort of exasperation escapes her. "Hereabouts, I wouldn't put it past anyone." She squints and glares at the garments again. "Hope these ain't Reverend Trask's. Or mebbe I do. Conflicted."

Adam handed Harry the money. "Where too now?"

Harry needfully scratches her nose. "All this dust and mold, bah." She pockets the handful of coins. "May as well check th' room beside this one." Exiting the room, Harry moves further down the hall to the second door, taking care to probe the floor for weaker spots with her table-leg as she does so. Again, she takes hold of the doorknob and turns it slow enough to minimize any noise. When she feels the door-catch release, she readies herself then pushes the door open.

Adam followed alert and ready.

A large bedroom, now decaying and dirty. Damp mold covers portions of the walls and ceiling and rubbish is strewn liberally round the floor. In the center is a single mattress which has been badly torn and from which the stuffing protrudes. Under the window is a large wooden chest, the timbers split, its lid closed.

Harry cautiously moves toward the wooden chest, poking through the rubbish along the way with the table leg as she does so. As before, she uses the table leg to lift the lid of the chest.

Adam investiated the bed, looking under first.

The mattress is on the floor. There is nothing under it but flooring.

The chest is not locked, and opens easily. Inside is a pile of old, moldy, ragged clothing — nothing of value — and a bundle of documents, mostly moldy and stained.

Harry will gingerly retrieve the documents, wrap them in a piece of oilcloth, and stow them in her rucksack. "Let's move onward. Can look at these later." She pads back to the door.

The only rooms of the house you haven't seen yet at all (except their doors) are the rooms on this floor toward the front of this house-- two to the west of the big hole in the hallway that Adam accidentally made, and three to the east of it (which will require going back down the back stairs again and back up the front stairs again, so expediency might suggest going for the west rooms first).

Adam headed West toward the unopened doors. He is much less subtle, choosing to kick the furst door in.

Harry waits for Adam before heading to the front hallway and turning west. She probes the floor with her table leg the entire way, to be safe. She pauses before the farther door to check the time on her pocket watch.

What was once a fine master bedroom now stands dirty and decayed. Some of the floorboards are missing and there is rubbish scattered around. A tall wooden wardrobe stands against the wall opposite the fireplace, its door closed.

(As for the time on Harry's watch, I dunno-- whatever you think seems appropriate?)