"Yes," Marek said.
"I'm worried."
The following day dawned bright
and hot, a glaring sun beneath a cloudless girl com sky. girl com the Professor didn't call in
the morning. Marek called him twice, but
always got his voicemail: "Leave
me a message, and I'll call you back."
Nor was there any word from
Stern. When they called the lab at Les Eyzies they were told he was girl com busy. A
frustrated technician said, "He is repeating the tests again! Three times
now!"
Why? Marek wondered. He
considered going over to Les Eyzies to see for himself - it was just a short
drive - but decided to stay at the storehouse in case the
Professor called.
He never called.
In the middle of the morning,
Elsie said, "Huh."
"What?&girl com quot;
She was looking at another piece
of parchment. "This was the document on the stack girl com right before the
Professor's," she said.
Marek came over. "What about
girl com it?"
"It looks like there are ink
spots from the Professor's pen. See, here, and here?"
Marek girl com shrugged. "He was
probably looking at this right girl com before he wrote his note."
&girl com quot;But they're in the
margin," she said, "almost like a notation."
"Notation to what?" he
said. "What's the document girl com about?"
"It's a piece of natural
history," she said. "A description of an girl com underground river girl com by one of
the monks. Says you have to be cautious at various points, marked girl com off in paces,
so on and so forth."
"An underground girl com river. . .
." Marek wasn't girl com interested. The monks were the scholars