Murder in the Queen's Armes

'Oh, I think so, at least if I have anything to say about it. To finish up the Bronze Age excavations anyway. Nathan's a good boy at heart, and I think he learned a good lesson here. As for Frawley, the shtunk, we'll let Nathan figure out what he wants to do about him.'

With Julie, Gideon had made his painful way to the door before he turned around. “And the Second Interglacial stratum, what about that? There could be a hell of a Middle Pleistocene site here, Abe, and it ought to be dug too.'

'Absolutely. I was thinking of organizing an exploratory dig for the foundation next summer—for a couple months, maybe—and bringing in some first-rate prehistoric archaeologists: Hernandez, Passarelli, Ingraham....And of course I might lend a hand myself. It would be a nice place to spend the summer.'

It certainly would, Gideon thought with ungrudging envy. “That's great, Abe; you'll be right back in the thick of things.'

'I certainly will. The only thing I'm missing is a grade-A physical anthropologist.” He reached for a pickle slice on his plate and popped it into his mouth. “Listen, Gideon, I was thinking...'

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