quite the good idea.
After a last look at the sack, which probably contained parts of stolen artefacts, she made her way to the storage room that she had come in through.
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When she fell into her bed, Lily was still bothered by the load of ammonia she had endured. She would have to talk to master Wilfred about that. Maybe he knew a way to make her mask resistant to things like that. She also wondered how that woman, the burglar, had managed to get herself tied up in that chair. Lily could have sworn it had been done by someone else. And where had the burgling woman gotten these smoking pots with gas, that had driven Lily out of the hall, using a window as the way out?
The thoughts kept jumbling until Lily, now no longer the Masked Woman, fell asleep.
Lily and the next doctor.