If it's not some elderly uncle and his port, it's some enervated cousin calling for sherry. Damn these people! Can't they just keep the servants out of the pantry for five minutes?
[...] The box is heavy, but manageable. [...]
The locks take considerable ingenuity to defeat. [...] Now, what's in there?
[...] racy daguerreotypes. [...] indecent zoetropes. [...] It does raise the question of what to do with it all.
