St. Martin’s Library

Going to the St. Martin’s library was the sequel to our adventure St. Martin’s the slide library. Dum roll please.
I only did a little bit of research here, but it was useful enough. I was working, as you may recall, on finding information about the early collections of John Galliano. I pulled off my fedora, untied my trench coat and stamped out my cigarette in a could of mysterious gray smoke as I entered. A dame was there to meet me. She was no vixen, no heel-​toting gal, but she helped point me in the right direction. She gave me some books to look at. I looked at them. I looked at the other students. I had to get to the bottom of this mystery.
The library was packed with books on fashion and art. The crowd was creatively dressed — interesting. While I waited for a damsel in distress to come swoon into my arms crying «Oh Martin Mysterieux, I need you to help me solve a mystery!» I focused on the task at hand, pursuing a large section of paper and magazine clippings. The atmosphere was good for studying and when I found some items to photocopy, the staff was helpful. I left, alone as every, but with more evidence under my arm and close to solving the ominous mystery hanging over me.