Miraculously, despite the way Jack had managed to bump into practically everything in his path, they’d managed to make their way through the building to the library’s archives, where the older books were now kept, without setting off any alarms.
“I still don’t know why you couldn’t have just brought the book in and told the librarian that you found it among the effects of a deceased relative, or something.”
Jack stopped dead and Ianto walked into him.
“Why didn’t you suggest that before?” he hissed.
“Because your lack of common sense has apparently rubbed off on me,” Ianto sighed.