“Hardly,” Sherlock snorts, amused. “Just... clearing space.”
But there might be something interesting here as well. Can't hurt to look. “Be surprised with what you might find in a... ten year old textbook, though. Never could work out why they keep these.”
Students leave them, he supposes, but he can't see why they can't be repurposed or simply burned, personally. Isn't as though there's much in them that's worth anything anyway.
He rifles through another all the same, pausing to peruse a rather lengthy note in the margins before grunting, snapping it shut, and tossing it aside too.
“Best to get all this against the walls,” he adds. “So we've room to work. Nothing to smash into.” Water is one thing. Shards of glass are quite another.
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But there might be something interesting here as well. Can't hurt to look. “Be surprised with what you might find in a... ten year old textbook, though. Never could work out why they keep these.”
Students leave them, he supposes, but he can't see why they can't be repurposed or simply burned, personally. Isn't as though there's much in them that's worth anything anyway.
He rifles through another all the same, pausing to peruse a rather lengthy note in the margins before grunting, snapping it shut, and tossing it aside too.
“Best to get all this against the walls,” he adds. “So we've room to work. Nothing to smash into.” Water is one thing. Shards of glass are quite another.