Imagining the perfect place for the lovely ebony chest in her dream home, Lisa drifted off to sleep.

* * *

“You should have called me the moment it arrived,” Professor Taylor rebuked.

Steinmann ushered the professor past the exhibits toward his office. “It arrived yesterday, Taylor. It was shipped to us immediately upon excavation. The man who dug it up refused to touch it, he wouldn’t even remove it from the ground.” Steinmann paused. “There’s a curse engraved on the lid of the chest. Although it’s in ancient Gaelic, he understood enough of the language to discern its intent. Did you bring gloves?”

Taylor nodded. “And tongs to handle the contents. You haven’t opened it?”

“I couldn’t find the mechanism that releases the lid,” Steinmann said dryly. “Initially, I wasn’t certain it would open. It appears to be fashioned of a single piece of wood.”

“We’ll use the tongs to handle everything, until the lab has a chance to examine it. Where did you say it was found?”

“Buried near a riverbank in the Highlands of Scotland. The farmer who unearthed it was dredging creek rock to build a wall.”

“How on earth did you get it out of the country?” Taylor exclaimed.

“The farmer called the curator of a small antiquities firm in Edinburgh who coincidentally owed me a favor.”

Taylor didn’t press for more information. The transfer of priceless relics to private collections infuriated him, but it would serve no purpose to alienate Steinmann before he got his chance to study the chest. Taylor was obsessed with all things Celtic, and when Steinmann had called him to discuss the unusual medieval piece, Taylor had barely managed to conceal his interest. To reveal it would only give Steinmann power to manipulate him, and any power in the director’s hands was a dangerous thing.

“Idiot maid,” Steinmann muttered as they entered the wing. “Would you look at that? She left the lights on again.” A thin beam of light showed beneath his office door.

* * *

Lisa awoke abruptly, uncertain of where she was or what had awakened her. Then she heard men’s voices in the hallway outside the office.

Galvanized into action, Lisa leaped to her feet and shot a panicked glance at her watch. It was 5:20 A.M.—she would lose her job! Instinctively she dropped to the floor and took a nasty blow to her temple on the corner of the desk in the process. Wincing, she crawled under the desk as she heard a key in the lock, followed by Steinmann’s voice: “It’s impossible to get decent help. Worthless maid didn’t even lock up. All she had to do was press the button. Even a child could do it.”

Lisa curled into a silent ball as the men entered the office. Although the footfalls were cushioned by thick Berber carpet, she heard them approaching the desk.

“Here it is.” Steinmann’s spotlessly buffed shoes stopped inches from her knees. Lisa drew a cautious, tiny breath and eased her knees back. Steinmann’s shoes were joined by a pair of tasseled loafers encrusted with mud from the recent rain. It took every ounce of her willpower not to reach out and pluck the offending bits of sod from the carpet.

“What amazing detail. It’s beautiful.” The second voice was hushed.

“Isn’t it?” Steinmann agreed.

“Wait a minute, Steinmann. Where did you say this chest was found?”

“Beneath a crush of rock near a riverbank in Scotland.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. How did it remain untouched by the elements? Ebony is obdurate wood, but it isn’t impervious to decay. This chest is in mint condition. Has it been dated yet?”

“No, but my source in Edinburgh swore by it. Can you open it, Taylor?” Steinmann said.

There was a rustle of noise. A softly murmured “Let’s see … How do you work, you lovely little mystery?”

Beneath the desk, Lisa scarcely dared to breathe as a prolonged silence ensued.

“Perhaps here?” Taylor said finally. “Maybe this little raised square … Ah, I have it! I’ve seen this before. It’s a pressure latch.” The chest made a faint popping noise. “It was tightly sealed,” he observed. “Look at this, Steinmann. This latching mechanism is brilliant, and do you see the gummy resin that seals the inner channels of wood where the grooves interlock? Don’t you wonder how our ancestors managed to create such clever devices? Some of the things I’ve seen simply defy—”

“Move the fabric and let’s see what’s under it, Taylor,” Steinmann cut him off impatiently.