In the last episode, Abdul Musa showed up at the expedition house looking for Lillian Parker again. Geoffrey threw him out, and readers voted that Kristi finds out who the woman in the torn picture was.
Abdul showed up again the next morning, while Edmund and Kristi were finishing breakfast. Geoffrey and Edith had gotten an early start at the excavation site, and Alan hadn’t put in an appearance yet. Aziah showed Abdul into the room.
“Good morning, Mr. Black. Miss–” He hesitated for a moment and then bowed deeply.
“Mr. Musa.” Edmund nodded. “Would you like some coffee?”
“No, thank you.” Abdul caught sight of the torn photograph Kristi had smoothed out on the table, and leaned toward it, almost tipping over in the process.
Kristi pulled out the chair next to her and he sat down.
“Do you know who they are?” she asked. He looked at her oddly.
“That’s Miss Parker,” he said, pointing at the woman. “Don’t you recognize her?”
“Never mind,” Edmund said. “Look, Abdul, if you overheard something, you might be in considerable danger.”
Abdul looked offended and drew himself up. “As I told you before, I do not listen–”
“Did you see anything?” Kristi interrupted.
A crafty look came into his eyes. “Perhaps,” he allowed.
“What did–” But at that moment, Geoffrey banged open the door. Abdul jumped up and scuttled out the front door as quickly as he could.
“Are you two coming?” Geoffrey demanded as he strode to his desk and rifled through the papers lying on top.
“We’re almost finished,” Edmund said. “I thought you were at the site.”
“I was, but I had to come back for this.” He pulled a piece of paper covered in scribbles, out of a drawer and tucked it into the front of his shirt. “Hurry up. And bring Alan with you.”
While Edmund went to look for Alan, Kristi ran up to her cave to grab an extra handkerchief. As she fished around in the trunk, something crinkled under a pile of shirts. Curious, she pulled out a photograph and a packet of letters, tied with a ribbon.
The photograph was the original of the torn one. It was much clearer, and Kristi realized, with a start, that she recognized the man in the picture.
She untied the ribbon and rifled through the letters. They were addressed to Lillian Parker in an unfamiliar masculine script. She hesitated for a moment, but curiosity won out. After all, I am her. Sort of.
Picking up the first one, she pulled the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it carefully.
My dear Lillian,
Father is recovering well. If he is careful to avoid stress, the doctor thinks he may be with us for several more years, thank God.
As soon as he is back on his feet, I will tell him and Mother of our engagement.
She skimmed quickly through the rest of the letter until she came to the end.
All my love, Alan
Thinking furiously, she sat back on her heels. As she did so, another letter, written in a different, untidy hand fell out of the pile. Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.