As you go back towards the study you find the glass maze inside of it has shifted. You now have access to the book shelves and the desk. 

All thoughts of the figure leave your mind.  Like a starving man being presented with a feast you desperately grab at the books only to discover each page is blank. 

You rush to the desk and begin frantically sifting through the papers, looking for anything, anything at all to give you even the tiniest shred of knowledge. There are words here, strange ciphers that you almost understand if only you had just a bit more context, a bit more time....

You're broken from your frenzy by the sound of a door slamming behind you.

The figure.

It...it MUST know the cipher. 

You rush to the glass panel that let you see it before and press your face close to peer into the darkness.

In shock, you draw back, then rush back out of the room.

Nothing good can be learned here.