You walk in to a gothic masterpiece of a room with spiralling staircases going up in to the ether, the stone work having been carved out many years ago. Some of the most disturbing characters are found here. In the corner reading the newspaper is Jack "Jackson" John, mastermind of the Criminal Underground in the 1950's of London. Never heard of him, yeah he was that good.

But that is nothing compared to the librarian on the main desk. Her high pitched croaky voice has put the fear of god in to the most hardened of criminals. Whoa betide anyone who even so much as stood on a creaky floor board in the presence of Harriot Charn. But there are rooms that you can use, and hidden corners of the library that she cannot hear you from.

Better go and get your library card before anyone takes too much interest in your presence