"Dark as the deepest dungeon," Roberta replied, much puzzled by her comrade's mysterious manner. The slight girl drew close. "He makes it behind that door that nobody's allowed to go through," she said in a low voice; then added, evidently wishing to be fair, "but that's nothing unusual. Lots of dealers make their antiques and the public goes on buying them knowing they may not be as old as the tags say. Here, now, are the old books, and at least they are honest."