Indiana Jones and the Sunken Continent

by primate

Indiana Jones travels to some unexpected and unusual locations in his quest to unlock the secrets of the Legendary Lost Sunken Pacific Continent of Mu. Prepare to embark on a saga filled with interesting characters, heroes and villains, twists and turns, riddles and mysteries, history and archaeology, cliff hangers, and of course plenty of action and romance.

38. Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Marcus Brody exited the taxicab, hurried up the marble steps, and into the staff door entrance of the Metropolitan Museum. The late September rain was light, but the unseasonable cold lent it a bone chilling effect, and he hurried to get inside.

As he approached Sarah's desk he asked her the same question he'd asked every day for the past week, since Indy had last called.

"Any word from Doctor Jones?" He asked with the usual mix of anxiety and optimism.

Before the words were even out of his mouth Sarah all but leapt up from her chair, moving her chubby frame with surprising alacrity, and thrust a small rectangular package at him. Her broad smile gave him his answer.

"Just came in this morning!" She spoke excitedly. "It's post marked from New Orleans."

Marcus took the package. "Thank you Sarah, you're a dear," he said as the furrow in his brow relaxed and a smile spread across his lips.

He studied the small package on the way up to his office, but waited until he was seated at his desk to open it. He used a small penknife to cut through the tape and twine and pulled out what appeared to be two small scrolls and a letter.

He unrolled the first scroll and studied it carefully. It was a detailed and skillfully drawn sketch of some kind of stone structure drawn on high quality matte paper. He nodded approvingly at the realism and detail of the sketch before setting it aside and unrolling the second scroll. This one was also of high quality matte paper. It was a drawing of a series of hieroglyphs, but even his trained museum curator's eye could not discern their type or origin. They looked like a cross between Egyptian hieroglyphs and Polynesian rongo-rongo writing, with maybe some type of Asian element mixed in. After studying the second scroll for a few more moments Marcus set it aside and opened the letter.

Dear Marcus,

I'm sorry but I am going to have to keep this short. Right now I am in New Orleans trying to book passage to England. It turns out that Wade McClung was indeed our 'man who walks on the water'. He told me the whole story of what happened at Nan Madol. If what he told me is true, then the idol is indeed the key to the secrets of the ruins.

McClung brought the idol to England 72 years ago. I'm going after it. If it's still there I'll find it. Please safeguard these drawings for me until I get back to New York. I don't need them now, but I will need them later.

And Marcus, be careful. The Nazis want the idol, and these drawings too. It might be best to call Brandt.

I'll cable you once I reach England.

Regards,

Indy

Marcus read the short letter twice before setting it down. He then picked up the phone and dialed Brandt's number.