It is not really ‘breaking-in’ if you have a key and don’t break anything, Emerson justified to himself as he tip-toed across the squire’s room. Besides, I have to find the key to the lockbox. Of course, there was no real need to tip-toe with the squire off on his week long get-away with Tobias.
It looked a lot neater than Emerson remembered. Tobias seems to be a better influence than Njal, Emerson thought as he searched the room for a place a teen-ager might stash a small item. Emerson was reaching for a small tin box up on the top shelf when he nearly tripped over a neatly stacked pile of papers.
I wonder why the Squire kept all those. Who cares about long gone factories and some handwritten notes by an inconsequential historian? Emerson picked up one of the sheets he’d knocked off the pile, looked at it for a second, then tosssed it back on the pile.