With Brainard she entered the board room where she had noticed Worthington and Sheppard often during the day.
It was, without exaggeration, one of the most plainly furnished rooms she had ever seen.

A long mahogany table with eight large mahogany chairs, a half inch pile of velvety rug on the floor and a huge chandelier in the middle of the ceiling constituted the furniture.

Not a picture, not a cabinet or filing case broke the blankness of the brown painted walls.
For a moment she stopped to consider.

Brainard waited and watched her narrowly.
"There isn't a place to put this transmitter except up above that chandelier," she said at length.
He gave her his hand as she stepped on a chair and then on the table.
There was a glimpse of a trim ankle.

The warmth and softness of her touch caused him to hold her hand just a moment longer than was absolutely necessary.