Misdirection

Of course. He'd guide her to that room. The one he'd begged Mr. Jackson to close off to the public. The one that was just too naughty to inflict on anyone. For Emily, that would be perfect.

There was a pleasant tinkle, and lights lit up on the floor of the mirror maze, illuminating a trail through the labyrinth.

Emily hesitated. Maybe they were leading her into another trap. But she had nothing else to do. She couldn't just wander around here aimlessly forever.