You ascend the stairs and take a right.

She was a small, neat, rather prissy-looking girl with primly smooth brown hair and rimless glasses […]

c. 1649, Roger L'Estrange, The mystery of the death of Sir E.B. Godfrey unfolded.

But she's not gone yet and I've made arrangements for one more pig-sticking party up country before the Monkeys come in and the curtain falls for good.