The Atlantis Keystone

by Caroline Väljemark

  “Look! Can you see the tiny writing?” She looked closer. “It’s Linear A! I think we might have found what Paul wanted us to find!”

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  She wasn’t sure what to expect but she suspected that the message would be in English this time. Almost an hour later she had succeeded in coming up with a comprehensible translation, although it was a very confusing message:

  ‘BL two thousand and four.a.twofourfourfivetwo’

  There was nothing to say that this had actually been written by Paul. Had she translated it right? Double checking her Linear B values made her sure she had. She looked over her shoulder and noticed that Erik was nowhere to be seen. Where had he disappeared to? Emma packed up and put the book back on the shelf. She knew they must be close now; close to finding out Paul’s secret.

  She was excited but unsure of what to do next so she wandered off in the direction of the exit in search of Erik. She found him immediately, outside the British Museum souvenir shop looking pleased with himself.

  “Where have you been?” she asked. He didn’t answer but instead gave her a small package.

  “This is for you, for being so perfect.” That took her by surprise. Not only was she so completely unaccustomed to being complemented in that way, she also couldn’t think what she might have done to deserve it. She stood there, stunned into silence. “Well? Open it!” he demanded grinning. Emma did as she was told. Inside the package was a white gold necklace with a small white gold pendent in the form of a replica of the Rosetta stone. “I found it in the shop…” he looked back “…and couldn’t resist buying it for you!”

  Emma was touched. Nobody had ever bought her jewellery like this before: “Thank you Erik, that’s so sweet of you! It’s beautiful!” She really meant it. The necklace was an exquisite little thing which Emma knew she would always hold dear, even though it had been bought in a souvenir shop. This was undoubtedly one of the shop’s more expensive items. She kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug.

  “Let me help you put it on,” Erik offered, taking the necklace out of the box placing it around her neck. He was standing facing her as he struggled with the lock. His hands were warm and his body was close to hers; her head level with his chest. She could make out his well formed torso underneath his shirt. As he pulled away from her, having finished with the necklace, she said:

  “Fancy hearing what I managed to make out from the message in the book?”

  “Yes, of course!” They sat down on a bench near the entrance. Emma was speaking with a hushed voice which perhaps was a bit unnecessary since there were only two more people there and they were at the other end of the room by the reception desk.

  “Well, it’s a little bit confusing really but I think I translated it correctly. All it says is a number spelt out as words.” She found her notebook and read it out. “BL two thousand and four.a.twofourfourfivetwo. Do you have any idea what it could mean?”

  Erik hesitated for a moment, before shaking his head. “I’m afraid I don’t have a clue. Could it be a bank account? Or perhaps a date in 2004? Or lottery numbers?” He added the last comment with a little laugh. “Could it be a phone number to someone with the initials BL? Or a post code somewhere on the continent, maybe in Belgium, hence BL? Or a GPS reference? There are plenty of possibilities.”

  “Well, could be but it looks a bit long to be a post code, it doesn’t seem to fit with a date and unless Paul had suddenly adopted psychic powers I don’t think this could have been lottery numbers. It could be a bank account number or a phone number, I suppose. You know, we can try the trusty internet again to see what comes up. We’ve done pretty well that way up to now.”

  “Yes, I suggest we go back to the library and use the computers there to check the message from Paul,” Emma said as she stood up. Erik couldn’t come up with a better course of action so he followed her example and they headed back to where Emma had been sitting previously.

  “Try putting the whole sequence in the search box,” she suggested. Erik did but there was nothing, not a single hit. “Try the number on its own”. Again, this produced no results.

  “How about BL on its own.” Erik typed it in.

  This time there were thousands of results. “Look, the first hit is the British Library!” she gasped. “Of course, it’s so obvious! This is a shelf reference for a book in the British Library! Paul’s done it again; he’s hidden something in a book! It all makes perfect sense now. He and I have spent a lot of time in the British Library because it’s where most of the books which were previously in the Museum were moved to.”

  “Let’s try the British Library website then and see if we can find the reference there.” Erik typed in the numbers in the library catalogue search engine and clicked search. Nothing.

  “I think we might have more luck searching in person. Come on, it’s not far from here!”

  TWENTY-FIVE

  Unlike Erik, Emma was very familiar with the modern building near Kings Cross which housed a large proportion of the British Library collection. Although the building from the outside looked like any other contemporary construction, she explained to him that it was the largest public building erected in the UK in the 20th century and that the basements extended to a depth of 24.5 metres, housing millions of items. Emma, as a university student, luckily had the required Reader Pass to be able to gain access to the reading rooms and collections. The library was of significant importance. It housed treasures such as the Magna Carta, Leonardo da Vinci’s Notebook and the Gutenberg Bible. For this reason, security was key and it sometimes appeared to be more difficult to borrow a book there than to break into the Bank of England.

  “Can I help you?” the librarian in the reception enquired with a friendly tone.

  “Yes, we’re looking for a particular reference and were wondering how we would go about finding it: 2004.a.24452.” To their relief she didn’t ask any questions but immediately put the number into her computer noting:

  “I see, you are looking for ‘En las Cortes de Ca´diz’, by Alfonso Manuel Rodríguez.” Erik was taken aback and bewildered by this.

  Emma reacted quickly, keeping her cool and answered: “Yep, that’s the one!”

  “You would need to take the lift through that gate up to the second floor. You can ask one of the attendants there to collect it for you.”

  They thanked her and went off to discuss their next move.

  “What does the title mean?” Erik asked. “I don’t speak Spanish unfortunately. All I got was ‘Cadiz’.”

  “It means something like ‘In the parliament of Cadiz by ‘Alfonso Manuel Rodriguez’.”

  “What on earth was Paul thinking when he chose that book?”

  “Well, the only part of the message which makes any sense is the reference to Cadiz.”

  “Yes, of course it could simply be a clue to where Paul is hiding. His yacht was found abandoned in Southern Spain, very near Cadiz.”

  “Perhaps. That’s certainly a thought. Maybe that’s it. He was simply trying to reveal where he is. A professor lost in the parliament of Cadiz… Perhaps there’s no secret or hidden message…. This could be the end of the trail,” Emma said sarcastically.

  “Well, there’s only one way to find out – to look in the book and see if there’s anything more to it.”

  Erik, who didn’t have a Reader Pass, had to stay downstairs whilst Emma ventured up the lift in search of the strange Spanish book which Paul had led them to. He wished her good luck and saw her disappear through the lift doors, blowing him a kiss. Erik laughed and blew her a kiss back but she had already gone and didn’t see it. He casually diverted his hand to his hair mid kiss. He wasn’t sure what she had meant by the gesture but he suspected that it meant nothing more than friendship. She clearly still had feelings for Paul and he didn’t let himself think about what would happen in a possible reunion between them. It would be complicated but he was prepared to continue his quest to win her over. As for the message, he h
ad no idea what any of it meant. The trail Paul had left was becoming more obscure by the hour! Could he have hidden or communicated something in that Spanish book. Could he have deciphered or at least made progress at deciphering Linear A and left his workings for Emma to find? Or was this, as they had discussed, the end of the trail, simply leading them to Cadiz to where Paul was hiding?

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  Erik had been waiting nearly two hours and there was still no sign of Emma. He started to get worried though he knew that rationally there was probably very little that could happen to her in a library. He dialled her mobile number for the fifth time but again it went straight to voicemail. He suspected that there was no coverage where she was or that she had been required to turn her phone off. Unable to sit and wait any longer, he walked up to the reception desk.

  “I was wondering whether it would be possible to gain access to the reading rooms today please.”

  “Yes, certainly. Please go through there to complete our PC based application form. It is there on the upper ground floor,” she said pointing at some stairs. He had just started to walk in the direction of the stairs when she shouted after him: “I assume you have two forms of identification bearing proof of your signature and home address?” He walked back.

  “I do have two forms of identification, my driving licence and my passport but I do not have proof of my address unfortunately.”

  “Then I’m afraid you would need to come back another day.”

  Erik waived his arms in frustration. “I’m sorry but my friend is up there looking for a book and she’s been away for nearly two hours. I’m getting worried something may have happened to her.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t worry too much. Not all documents are available on open shelves in the reading rooms. Actually most items are kept in storage and it normally takes about seventy minutes to deliver books from the storage areas downstairs to the reading rooms.” Erik looked at his watch. She continued: “And even then, after your friend has had the book delivered, she will not be able to take it with her. It’s not possible to borrow books from any of our reading rooms. She would have to take copies or read it there and then. Depending on the book, that could take time of course.”

  Erik was surprised at the stringent application of the library’s rules and the difficulty by which the facility’s immense and impressive resources could be used. He was unsure what to do next. Having thanked the receptionist again for her advice, Erik decided to give Emma another hour and sat down on one of the less than comfortable sofas near the lifts. She had not returned when another hour had passed. Three hours he had been waiting. Something was wrong. He knew it. He walked up to the reception desk again.

  “My friend has still not returned and I’m worried that something may have happened to her up there. She went to the reading room on the second floor. Would it be possible for you to check with one of your colleagues up there if she’s alright?” He gave her the exact shelf reference, the name of the book and Emma’s name.

  “Alright. There is not much that could happen to be honest. We don’t have many accidents around here but I’ll check if it will settle your nerves.” She smiled sweetly in a motherly sort of way and added: “Wait here and I’ll make a call.” When she came back two minutes later she had reassuring news: “Your friend is still in the reading room. I guess you’ll just have to wait.”

  “Of course, thank you again.” There was no use trying to fake address details or sneak upstairs. Like the librarian had said, he would just have to wait, however much he hated it right at that moment. What on earth was Emma doing up there? He was just about to go back to the reception desk again when a familiar face exited one of the lifts. It was Emma. She had been crying and had mascara on her cheeks but was smiling more brightly than he had ever seen. He went over to her and in spite of being angry with her for taking so long he was incredibly relieved.

  “Where have you been? What took you so long?” he blurted out.

  “I have so much to tell you!” she said with an ecstatic shriek. “Let’s go and find somewhere to talk.” They found a quiet corner and a couple of chairs near the entrance. Emma looked around a number of times to ensure that there was no one around to eavesdrop on their conversation. When she was sure they were alone she leaned closer and said in a hushed voice: “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, never more so. Please tell me what you found.” Erik assumed that it must have been something astonishing to merit such a reaction and precautionary measures.

  “I don’t know where to start.” She hesitated, leaving him in suspense. He was getting impatient.

  “Was there something in the book or did you meet someone? Surely Paul wasn’t hiding inside it,” Erik said with a dry laugh, almost spitting.

  “It was the book. True to form, Paul had left something in the book for us to find. You won’t believe what it was!” Her voice was still hushed and she was smiling widely, almost teasing.

  “Come on, what was it?” He was as good as jumping off his chair from anticipation.

  “Paul has the other half of the tablet!” she hissed as quietly as she possibly could.

  Erik stood up. It simply couldn’t be true. “What! Surely he couldn’t have hidden the half tablet in the book?” Erik whispered half joking, half in disbelief. “There is no way he could have the half tablet!”

  “No, it’s true. I can’t believe it myself! Hidden inside the hard back binder of the book was a photograph of the Linear A side of the missing half tablet!”

  “That’s absolutely fantastic! But….”

  “Yes, this could mean that he’s guilty of something. It’s very strange. He clearly didn’t get hold of it from the burglar as the chest had not been opened when we found it and there was nothing outside of the chest in the space in the wall when we looked inside it.”

  “But when?”

  “Well, this is the part that really bothers me. According to the British Library records, the book in question had not been used since September 2004, when it was first published. And there was no evidence at all that the book had ever been taken out by Paul. He could have managed to get hold of the book without registering it. But in any event, it seems to me that Paul may have had the tablet all this time, for several months, and he has not told me about it! That’s what really upset me up there. He could have told me! Instead, he’s been working away, trying to decipher Linear A, probably laughing behind my back at my vain attempts at writing my dissertation and going through hundreds of items on Crete. This also explains what Mary suspected, that it seemed as if he had made some progress. He has not told me about any of it!”

  “He did leave you the message to find it though. But it’s very strange. I suppose he didn’t want to incriminate you in any way,” Erik suggested.

  “Or could someone else have sent me the message with the anagram which started all this off?” Emma was suddenly unsure. “No, it must have been him, or else someone who knew him extremely well and could write Linear A.”

  “What were you doing up there for so long?”

  “First waiting to get the book. Then reading some of the book, which was mainly in Spanish. Then being utterly confused for a while, somewhat mystified about the stories about the Napoleonic wars and the role played by the national legislative body in Cadiz, wondering if Paul had gone mad. And my Spanish is not as good as it used to be. This was how I spent most of my time up there. But then, when I was this close to giving up,” she illustrated just how close with her fingers, “I decided that there must have been more to it than that. I examined the book closely and found a small gap in its lining. Hiding in a quiet corner of the room I carefully opened it up and found this photo.” She handed it to him discretely, looking around nervously. It was in colour and taken close up, making it possible to read the text.

  He was overwhelmed and confused by the sight of it. “What about the text. Did you also spend some time looking at the text of the tablet?”

  “No, I didn’
t get a chance to. That’s going to take me a bit of time. I had already been away for three hours when I found the photo. And besides, this is only one side. We still miss the other Egyptian part. I will be able to use it and make a start but it will be limited. Anyway, I can’t describe what I felt when I saw the picture; the item I have been searching for; the key to my dream, my one desire, of deciphering Linear A! I was confused. I panicked but was also excited. I cried and laughed at the same time and managed to get told off by the old man sitting a few desks away. At that point I figured it was time to leave.”

  “I still don’t understand how Paul could have got hold of it and when. And why was he keeping quiet about it, letting us continue our search? It doesn’t make much sense, unless he committed a crime obtaining it. That could also explain his absence.” They sat quiet for a moment; contemplating the possibilities.

  “Yes, he could have been in hiding, knowing that he had committed a crime obtaining the tablet.” She shrugged. “I don’t know but perhaps we should focus on the tablet and what it reveals in terms of clues for my dissertation. We’re sitting here with a picture of the forever lost half tablet – we could be a few hours away from knowing whether it’s possible to use it to decipher Linear A!” Emma stood up quickly. “It’s already afternoon and it’s been a long day but let’s go and see what that tablet has to say,” she said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the exit as if she had no time to lose. Erik followed her like a little dog, without knowing where they were heading. After a few minutes she revealed their destination: “I can’t wait to have a proper look at it. I suggest we head back to the British Museum. I wouldn’t mind sitting in the Paul Hamlyn library. That would give me some peace and quiet and allow me to easily refer to the other half of the tablet from the museum reference book.”