Once again we’re left with the question, what next? I don’t know. Neither does Maya. She cut a strip from the ‘pass’ last night. Just like Keyes said, it didn’t burn. When she held it over a candle it didn’t even blacken or crinkle.
So, what next? I guess there’s nothing else left now but to see this thing through. It’s either that or call O’Heir.
Someone called Holton rang earlier. I answered the call, thought it was a number I recognised. This Holton guy said he was from the National Museum, said he’d heard we’d found something and wondered if we’d care to discuss it. He offered to come here. Tomorrow. To be honest I was half temped to take him up on it. It would make all this so much easier. But what would Keyes want? Not that. I’m sure of it. The man went to too much trouble to keep this secret. We’d betray him, spit on his grave, if we passed it over to others.
Holton took it well when I declined his offer. Too well, I think. Time now to pull the phone cord. Won’t make that mistake again.
So, what next? I have no idea.