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Chapter 11
The next day, Agatha agreed with Harriet that it would be better if she went to the British Museum by herself.
"Anyway, I need to finalise my calculations.” said Harriet. “We only have eight days left before the time vortex appears at the Tower.”
With that said, Agatha hailed herself a cab and headed back to the British Museum.
She sat in the back of the cab looking at her drawing of the cartouche. Then she thought back to yesterday when her and Harriet were in Room 61 sweeping up. While she was there, something had been bothering her. None of the broken glass or pottery around the sarcophagus had been disturbed! No-one, had been back into that room since the vortex light show. Yesterday was the first time, when the clean-up begun.
Apart from removing the body, the police had obviously not been back into that room, giving it a thorough investigation. So how could they make a conviction without inspecting the sarcophagus?
In her past experience the police had sometimes been hurried in their decision making, particularly during a high-profile case when the Home Secretary was put under pressure by the public and then by the House of Commons for a result. She had read in the past of many an innocent man or woman going to the gallows because of this. Agatha, however, was free from political pressure thus strengthening her resolve to continue with her own investigations.
There was going to be no disguise today for the museum, just Agatha and her notebook. The only ruse being a change of name, Edith Cavendish, an Oxford student studying ancient languages.
The cab eventually arrived at the museum and to Agatha’s surprise, instead of letting her out at the gates it continued to drive through, along the wide gravel path that led to the main entrance. In her time, only delivery vehicles were allowed in this far.
Agatha exited the cab, paid the driver his farthing and climbed the stones steps to the museum entrance. Once inside, she walked across the flagstones and up the white marble staircase to the upper floor.
Once on the upper floor, Agatha could see ahead of her a reception desk. She waited for the clerk to finish with the couple in front of him, then she approached with a big smile.
“Good...
"Anyway, I need to finalise my calculations.” said Harriet. “We only have eight days left before the time vortex appears at the Tower.”
With that said, Agatha hailed herself a cab and headed back to the British Museum.
She sat in the back of the cab looking at her drawing of the cartouche. Then she thought back to yesterday when her and Harriet were in Room 61 sweeping up. While she was there, something had been bothering her. None of the broken glass or pottery around the sarcophagus had been disturbed! No-one, had been back into that room since the vortex light show. Yesterday was the first time, when the clean-up begun.
Apart from removing the body, the police had obviously not been back into that room, giving it a thorough investigation. So how could they make a conviction without inspecting the sarcophagus?
In her past experience the police had sometimes been hurried in their decision making, particularly during a high-profile case when the Home Secretary was put under pressure by the public and then by the House of Commons for a result. She had read in the past of many an innocent man or woman going to the gallows because of this. Agatha, however, was free from political pressure thus strengthening her resolve to continue with her own investigations.
There was going to be no disguise today for the museum, just Agatha and her notebook. The only ruse being a change of name, Edith Cavendish, an Oxford student studying ancient languages.
The cab eventually arrived at the museum and to Agatha’s surprise, instead of letting her out at the gates it continued to drive through, along the wide gravel path that led to the main entrance. In her time, only delivery vehicles were allowed in this far.
Agatha exited the cab, paid the driver his farthing and climbed the stones steps to the museum entrance. Once inside, she walked across the flagstones and up the white marble staircase to the upper floor.
Once on the upper floor, Agatha could see ahead of her a reception desk. She waited for the clerk to finish with the couple in front of him, then she approached with a big smile.
“Good...
