The Empty Door
"Yes, of course," she replied politely, happy to be rid of him. She watched as he turned and disappeared up the cellar stairs.
Cassiopia reappraised the room. Finding a telephone in her father's lab made her wonder if some of the detective's seemingly irrelevant questions had actually been very appropriate. The new light switch on the wall was no less a curiosity. Her father would never delegate any of his precious personal time to install such a trivial appliance unless it was somehow project-related. So, all of these things that would usually appear so ordinary, seemed completely out of place.
She studied the old empty trunk. It had always been there, but had never been of any interest. It was covered with perfectly-spaced wooded slats and was heavy and very well