The Amulet of Isis: Chapter One
1928
"Evelyn O'Connell, Egyptology Department."
"Mrs. O'Connell? This is Detective J. William Sweeney with Scotland Yard. Your presence is requested as soon as possible in our offices on Earls Court Road."
"Has there been some sort of accident...?"
"Yes Missus, but probably not of the sort your imagining."
"Rick...or Jonathan? Are they all right? Should I go to the hospital first...?"
"No Missus, its nothing to do with your family. It's more of a British Museum concern...we need your expertise."
"I'll be right there."
A short time later, Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell walked through the doors of the Kensington branch of Scotland Yard more confused than confident. She couldn't understand, first of all, what a British Museum Egyptologist could do to help the most modern detectives in the world. Secondly, the petite brunette had no idea why she had been asked for by name and not Dr. Throckmorten, the current curator for the British Museum and a foremost expert in the field of Egypt. She shrugged off her concerns though and approached the front desk where a man was on the phone. As she came closer she realized he already knew who she was and was calling a back room to announce her.
"Mrs. O'Connell, Detective Sweeney is waiting for you. Through this door, last room on the right."
Evelyn passed the man with a nod and walked tenitively through the brown door into a simple hall. It reminded her of a hospital, neutral colors and immaculately clean. Making her way efficiently to the last door on the right she knocked and was greeted with the face of a man who was old enought to have been her father. His features were stern, however, not pleasent and Evelyn could read nothing from his ice blue eyes.
"Ah, Mrs. O'Connell come in. I'm Detective Sweeney and this is Detective Porter." He gestured to a younger man in the corner who merely nodded.
Evelyn smiled back at him, determined not to show her bewilderment. Detective Sweeney apparently wasn't going to give her time to ask anyhow. He produced a bracelet that she recognized well. It was an artifact called the amulet of Isis. A relitively new acquisition to the British Museum. One she, was under the impression, had not even arrived in England yet. Her shock was apparent. "We hoped you'd recognize it," Detective Sweeney said placing a hand on her shoulder. "Now, Mrs. O'Connell if you'll be so kind as to follow me, your rights will be read to you. You're under arrest for the murder of Dr. Robert Throckmorten.
1928
"Evelyn O'Connell, Egyptology Department."
"Mrs. O'Connell? This is Detective J. William Sweeney with Scotland Yard. Your presence is requested as soon as possible in our offices on Earls Court Road."
"Has there been some sort of accident...?"
"Yes Missus, but probably not of the sort your imagining."
"Rick...or Jonathan? Are they all right? Should I go to the hospital first...?"
"No Missus, its nothing to do with your family. It's more of a British Museum concern...we need your expertise."
"I'll be right there."
A short time later, Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell walked through the doors of the Kensington branch of Scotland Yard more confused than confident. She couldn't understand, first of all, what a British Museum Egyptologist could do to help the most modern detectives in the world. Secondly, the petite brunette had no idea why she had been asked for by name and not Dr. Throckmorten, the current curator for the British Museum and a foremost expert in the field of Egypt. She shrugged off her concerns though and approached the front desk where a man was on the phone. As she came closer she realized he already knew who she was and was calling a back room to announce her.
"Mrs. O'Connell, Detective Sweeney is waiting for you. Through this door, last room on the right."
Evelyn passed the man with a nod and walked tenitively through the brown door into a simple hall. It reminded her of a hospital, neutral colors and immaculately clean. Making her way efficiently to the last door on the right she knocked and was greeted with the face of a man who was old enought to have been her father. His features were stern, however, not pleasent and Evelyn could read nothing from his ice blue eyes.
"Ah, Mrs. O'Connell come in. I'm Detective Sweeney and this is Detective Porter." He gestured to a younger man in the corner who merely nodded.
Evelyn smiled back at him, determined not to show her bewilderment. Detective Sweeney apparently wasn't going to give her time to ask anyhow. He produced a bracelet that she recognized well. It was an artifact called the amulet of Isis. A relitively new acquisition to the British Museum. One she, was under the impression, had not even arrived in England yet. Her shock was apparent. "We hoped you'd recognize it," Detective Sweeney said placing a hand on her shoulder. "Now, Mrs. O'Connell if you'll be so kind as to follow me, your rights will be read to you. You're under arrest for the murder of Dr. Robert Throckmorten.