"Nothing yet, but I've had a thought," he says. "Rest your wings a little while."

He crouches at the bottom of the shelf. There's a drawer here. It's full of cards: playing cards, calling cards, business cards, nothing they'd recognize save tarot. This does not concern the librarian. He looks at the back of the cards; they bear numbers and titles, all in his elegant hand.

He slides the drawer out entirely, and kneeling, he offers it to her.