Will post some teasers here...
The Casket Caper - Part ThreeThe foyer of the Birtwhistle Museum was cool and dark in contrast to the outside world, though no less hectic. In the line to buy tickets, a party of excitable teenage students jostled and showed each other fascinating things on electronic devices. Their shrieks of laughter echoed around the stone hall and up to the high decorated ceiling.The Casket Caper - Part Three by Torqual3D
Amanda caught sight of Lafarge in the line ahead. His back was to her, though he bristled with irritation at the antics of the young people behind him.
Ahead, a sign declared that museum tickets were $16, or $10 for students. Amanda panicked momentarily and groped in the tiny front pocket of her rather insubstantial shorts. She was in luck – when she pulled out her hand it held her last, crumpled, $10 bill. This happy discovery had another implication: with a pang of guilt Amanda realised that she’d left Benny’s without paying. She would have to drop by on her way home and apologise profusely.
The Casket Caper - Part TwoAmanda Jones – anthropology student and amateur detective – was very partial to coffee, particularly when it came with free wi-fi. On arrival in New York, she had turned her fine detective skills immediately to finding the best Italian espresso within a few blocks of her father’s Upper West Side apartment.The Casket Caper - Part Two by Torqual3D
Her need was not only for refreshment – her father’s parsimony had left Amanda's summer base lacking the basic human right of high speed internet access. His unsatisfactory excuse was something to do with saving $100 a month while away in the Middle East.
The quest for coffee and wi-fi had led Amanda to Benny’s Tea Shop, on the corner of Columbus and West 73rd St. Benny, short for Benedicto, was a generous, middle-aged man who took an instant liking to Amanda; plying her with pastries which the slim girl refused demurely. It was only after a sustained week-long assault that Benny discovered Amanda's weakness – iced ci
The Casket Caper - Part OneThe Birtwhistle Museum closes at 6pm weekdays and is, as a rule, a silent and tranquil place during the evening. Most of its human occupants are long dead – mummified no less – and so have little to say to the security guard who occasionally patrols the halls.The Casket Caper - Part One by Torqual3D
Up on the second floor, however, the Fossett Collection is an exception. It is a room exclusively of clocks, many of which are lovingly maintained in working order. Once per hour, the room rings out with a brief cacophony of whirrs, clicks and chimes – before returning to the deathly silence characteristic of its neighbours.
Given the normal passivity of the Birtwhistle by night, it is therefore noteworthy that a recent summer evening saw a level of drama and excitement somewhat unprecedented in the museum's prestigious history.
On the first floor, in a room directly beneath the Fossett Collection, is a large and ornate casket on a plinth. Fashioned in bronze, the casket bears the designs of winged, bearded hors