Until a few months ago, I had never built anything, even attempts at hammering in a nail usually ended poorly. However, I decided one day that my present library was inadequate and I would build a proper one. Notwithstanding the fact that I didn’t know how, of course. My reasoning was that, after bringing copious amounts of wood and tools together, the outcome would eventually be a library. You wouldn’t believe the grumblings of all the naysayers I told of my plans, telling me how my drawings were insanely elaborate and whimsical for someone who can’t figure out a hammer.
Well, skip ahead a bit and it’s nearly done. But, what I’m here to make sure noöne tells anybody about, I just put the finishing touches on today:
In the center bookcase on the wall opposite the entrance, on the third shelf down, is a strange book bound in yellow with a slightly ripped and soiled cover.
If you grasp that book and attempt to remove it, you’ll find it only tilts down and that it weighs much more than you’d expect a book of that size to.
With the book in the down position, you’ll find that the bookcase seems much less stable than it did before. Perhaps if you were to lean into it…
Yes, the entire bookcase slides back three feet, revealing a secret passage to a hidden storeroom containing such wonders as the fuse box, some disused window screens, and miscellaneous, mostly empty, boxes. And maybe a painting.
After marveling at those treasures, you can grasp one of the shelves and pull the bookcase back into place, watching as the seam disappears behind the trim work, and lock it in place by sliding back the curious yellow book.
Now, you must tell nobody of this most inspired deception. It’s our secret. Ours and everybody who I can lure into the library long enough to show it to them. I suppose that’s the downfall of most ‘secret’ passages.