The old woman didn't smile, she didn't even flinch. With a quiet voice she said<em>"Lets step into my office. We have already disrupted the peace here."</em>and she points to her office's door, a few steps away from the desktop.<br/><br/>The office is filled up with file cabinets, a small desk and a couple of chairs, all quite minimalistic and with optimization in mind. Through the window she can see most of the library.<br/><br/>After taking seat she say<em>"Erudits lost their interest in that manuscript more than a decade ago, most of them had forgotten it. That's why we decided to donate it to the museum. Besides the Dean and myself, only the board of directors knew about it."</em><br/><br/>Then she deepened her gaze, like if she was remembering something...<em>"Also anyone who may have requested access to it in the past few weeks would also knew about the transfer because in the request card it would have the «Donated To:» stamp on it. Perhaps you could find some clues on that card!"</em>she sounded excited, like if she had unraveled the mysteries of the cosmos.<br/>