The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of th...s journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. I…” “I gave her your number. I expect she’ll call you early next week.” ** Megan called Monday. She was in town for just a couple of days, at a horticultural convention I’d never heard of. I shook my head as she spoke enthusiastically about getting together, thinking, “This is not real.” I thought about telling her I just couldn’t get away, but she was so enthusiastic about meeting I lost heart for that tactic. We agreed on meeting Wednesday evening, at a high-end steakhouse a few blocks. . then we heard a big bang from his sleepingroom ... Hugo's lying on the floor in a pool of blood and I want out of here ... Send Peter or Alf over quick, please," Kim repeated."Just stay there in his study. It'll take about ten minutes to get there. Don't let anyone else in," ordered Martha and broke the call.She sent Peter and Alf over to Hugo's with instructions to get Kim back and to find out if Hugo was okay.When Kim returned with Peter, she said, "We helped Helen put him on the bed and. “There’s something at the top. A flat section, or maybe an opening?”Before they could look more closely, they heard Nedley’s excited shout. “I found the lights!”They followed his voice around the orb to find him standing by seven more of the animal statues, this time constructed from marble rather than metal. This group wasn’t mounted on pillars, but even standing on their own, the statues were over eight feet tall. A blue light shone from the ground in front of each one, illuminating it. Like.