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“Like you, they were inquiring about the inheritance. Honestly, I can’t see what all the fuss is about. If you saw that castle, you’d understand. A pile of stones, my husband calls it.”
Sam paused in the doorway. “Do you recall their names? Or what they were interested in?”
“I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch them. But, like you, they were interested in those boxes that went to the museum.”
In the car, Sam handed his phone to Remi. “Do me a favor,” he said as he turned the key in the ignition. “Forward those photos I took to Selma.”
“Quite the interesting coat of arms. Considering that her long-lost ancestor was the illegitimate son of some minor baron, there’s an awful lot of heraldry painted on it.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.” He turned down the graveled drive toward the country road, then checked his rearview mirror. The sun broke through the clouds, reflecting off the hood of a car heading down the hill toward them. He put on his sunglasses.
“Done,” Remi said, then placed the phone in the center console. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised that we weren’t here first?”
Sam slowed as he entered a turn. “I’m tired of being one step behind these guys.”
“Let’s hope the museum sees these crooks for who they are, or at least asks for ID before they let anyone in for a personal look at the artifacts.”
“I’d like to think the British Museum has some security protocols in place. Just the same, maybe give them a call. Let them know we’ll be heading out their way in the morning.”
Thirty-one
The following morning, Remi called the contact at the British Museum to view the historical artifacts on loan by Grace Herbert-Miller and her cousin. A young woman with barely a trace of a British accent informed her that Miss Walsh was not expected in until the reception that weekend.
Remi asked who else might help. Apparently there was no one there with the power to give them an early view of the display or to look at the storeroom where the remaining items were kept. Everything was scheduled for the grand opening, and, unless they had a ticket for the event, they’d have to wait until the following week.
“Great,” Remi said, sliding her phone across the tabletop in frustration. “That was a dead end.”
“Maybe Selma can work some magic,” Sam suggested. “Or Lazlo. He’s got to have contacts left here.”
“We can only hope.” She glanced at her watch, subtracted the eight-hour time difference. Remi emailed the details to Selma. “So now we wait.”
Sam grabbed their coats. “Or we take a walk and do a little recon of the museum. See what we’re up against.”
“I like your way of thinking, Mr. Fargo.”
The museum was slightly over a half mile from their hotel, and, within the hour, they were milling about, moving from one display to another. They wandered into the gallery and stood near the Rosetta stone, an artifact that had always intrigued Remi. “Wouldn’t it be nice if the key to our cipher wheel was right here?”
Sam, watching for signs of Avery’s men, drew his gaze from the crowds and eyed the massive stone. “Where’s the challenge in that?”
“Asks the man who doesn’t have to do the deciphering.” She looked around.
“Different gallery entirely.” She waved her map. “This room is Egyptian sculpture.”
He took her arm, leading her away from the Rosetta stone. “The drawback, if his men were seriously injured in that accident, is that Avery would just send someone else.”
“Good point. At least we know what those guys look like.”
“Does that map of yours tell you where this special event is going to be held?”
“No. But I expect we can find a helpful docent to point us in the right direction.”
They did. A gray-haired woman who told them the display was currently housed in Room 3. “Once you enter the Great Court,” she added, “you’ll cross through it and see the entrance to your right.”
They thanked her, then walked through the vast atrium, its glass-and-steel-checkered ceiling giving the area a brightly lit space-age appearance. Eventually they found the room in question.
Blocked off, with a guard present.
He, however, had little information to add or was unwilling to discuss it.
