Tobias opened the door on the right, which led to a small office. There was a window on the office's left wall with the blinds closed, but some sunlight still trickled inside. A modest wooden desk sat at the back with a chair behind it, a typewriter and a telephone on the desk's surface. There was also a gray metal filing cabinet in one corner, as well as a wastebasket beside the desk. A coat rack stood near the office door, a purple woman's overcoat hanging from it.
Amelia smiled. "I deal in facts," she said. "
Mr. Soames deals in...things that cannot be proven. Don't get me wrong, he's still fascinating to talk to, and he's a true gentleman. He's not the shady character some of the townsfolk make him out to be. He's certainly getting a lot of visitors today, which must make him happy. I was just giving these people a tour of our exhibits, and it's almost done. Feel free to join us, sir, or just look around."
She made her way to where the others waited. "Dunwich may have been reduced in size and influence, but it still had some significance. Even though it only had a handful of electors, it still had two seats in Parliament. It was a notorious rotten borough because of that. However, in 1832, the Reform Act was passed that eliminated those seats. And this brings us to the Victorian Age.
"During the nineteenth century, many artists and writers flocked to Dunwich, finding meaning in its sad past and wanting to capture it. This is a reproduction of a painting by J. W. Turner, showing what remained of All Saints Church on the cliffside, before it had all fallen into the sea." She pointed out a framed painting on the wall:
