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great."
Her slight smile and her look almost melted him.
"Oh, by the way, I've got some great news," Murphy told her. "Vern will be returning to the States next week. The doctors in Turkey say that he's almost fully recovered. I talked to him on the phone from the airport."
"That's wonderful! I hope you don't have any more life-and-death adventures planned. I think Ararat was enough excitement to last for a lifetime," Isis said.
Murphy paused.
At his look, she narrowed her eyes. "Does your hesitation mean what I think it means?"
Murphy looked a little sheepish. "I know. I know. But this is a possible archaeological discovery that would help verify the Bible... like finding the ark did."
For the rest of the meal, Murphy explained his most recent episode with Methuselah and the contents of the
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envelope. He concluded, "We could find Belshazzar's famous Handwriting on the Wall. I think that Methuselah was telling us it is in Babylon."
"We?"
Murphy smiled. "Yes, we. I need your help. You have the expertise to determine the validity of the writing."
"You need my expertise!" Isis's normally soft Scottish brogue sounded a little irritated. Murphy realized that he hadn't communicated what he really wanted to say He leaned forward, stretched out a hand toward her, and said soberly, "Isis, I want you to go with me. Even if we don't find anything, I want you by my side."
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FIFTEEN
IT WAS 7:00 P.M. when Murphy drove his old Dodge into the parking lot of the Quiet River Nursing Home.
The gray-haired receptionist greeted him with a smile. He asked for Dr. Harley B. Anderson and was directed to the library, down the hall on the left.
All nursing homes smell the same , Murphy thought as he strode down the corridor.
There was only one person in the small library when Murphy entered. The elderly man seated at the desk had a full head of bushy white hair. He was neatly dressed in a sports shirt and khaki pants, bifocals perched on the tip of his nose. He was deeply engrossed in a book. He didn't look like someone who was out of his mind and not in touch with reality.
"Excuse me, sir. Would you happen to be Dr. Anderson?"
The man lifted his head and paused. Murphy could see
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Anderson was trying to figure out how a stranger knew his name.
"Yes, I'm Dr. Anderson, young man."
Murphy stuck out his hand. "My name is Dr. Michael Murphy. I'm a professor at Preston University in Raleigh, North Carolina. Do you mind if I join you?"
"Be my guest," the older man answered. "Have we met before? My memory seems to be fading a little."
"No, sir. I became acquainted with you through a newspaper article and a Sergeant East of the Orlando Police Department. The article mentioned something about your concerns over the end of the world."
Anderson sat up quickly His eyes brightened and the weariness seemed to erase from his face. "What did you say you were a professor of?"
"I didn't say, but I'm a professor of biblical archaeology."
"So you know a lot about the Bible?"
"You might say that. I've studied the Bible for many years."
"Good! Then maybe I've finally found someone who will understand. Let me start at the beginning of the story. I am an embryologist. I was one of the early pioneers in the field of artificial insemination and in vitro fertilization. Of course, I've long since retired. Anyway, in 1967, I was working with a gynecologist named Dr. J. M. Talpish on a project in Transylvania, Romania."
As Murphy listened, it didn't take him long to realize that Dr. Anderson was not suffering from Alzheimer's or another brain disorder. The man was as rational as Murphy himself.
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Dr. Anderson continued, "We discovered a process to artificially inseminate motile spermatozoa into female eggs outside of the womb. This was done under high-powered microscopes in the laboratory. The fertilized eggs remained in salt solutions in petri dishes until they were implanted into the endometrial lining of the uterus of the birth
Her slight smile and her look almost melted him.
"Oh, by the way, I've got some great news," Murphy told her. "Vern will be returning to the States next week. The doctors in Turkey say that he's almost fully recovered. I talked to him on the phone from the airport."
"That's wonderful! I hope you don't have any more life-and-death adventures planned. I think Ararat was enough excitement to last for a lifetime," Isis said.
Murphy paused.
At his look, she narrowed her eyes. "Does your hesitation mean what I think it means?"
Murphy looked a little sheepish. "I know. I know. But this is a possible archaeological discovery that would help verify the Bible... like finding the ark did."
For the rest of the meal, Murphy explained his most recent episode with Methuselah and the contents of the
74
envelope. He concluded, "We could find Belshazzar's famous Handwriting on the Wall. I think that Methuselah was telling us it is in Babylon."
"We?"
Murphy smiled. "Yes, we. I need your help. You have the expertise to determine the validity of the writing."
"You need my expertise!" Isis's normally soft Scottish brogue sounded a little irritated. Murphy realized that he hadn't communicated what he really wanted to say He leaned forward, stretched out a hand toward her, and said soberly, "Isis, I want you to go with me. Even if we don't find anything, I want you by my side."
75
FIFTEEN
IT WAS 7:00 P.M. when Murphy drove his old Dodge into the parking lot of the Quiet River Nursing Home.
The gray-haired receptionist greeted him with a smile. He asked for Dr. Harley B. Anderson and was directed to the library, down the hall on the left.
All nursing homes smell the same , Murphy thought as he strode down the corridor.
There was only one person in the small library when Murphy entered. The elderly man seated at the desk had a full head of bushy white hair. He was neatly dressed in a sports shirt and khaki pants, bifocals perched on the tip of his nose. He was deeply engrossed in a book. He didn't look like someone who was out of his mind and not in touch with reality.
"Excuse me, sir. Would you happen to be Dr. Anderson?"
The man lifted his head and paused. Murphy could see
76
Anderson was trying to figure out how a stranger knew his name.
"Yes, I'm Dr. Anderson, young man."
Murphy stuck out his hand. "My name is Dr. Michael Murphy. I'm a professor at Preston University in Raleigh, North Carolina. Do you mind if I join you?"
"Be my guest," the older man answered. "Have we met before? My memory seems to be fading a little."
"No, sir. I became acquainted with you through a newspaper article and a Sergeant East of the Orlando Police Department. The article mentioned something about your concerns over the end of the world."
Anderson sat up quickly His eyes brightened and the weariness seemed to erase from his face. "What did you say you were a professor of?"
"I didn't say, but I'm a professor of biblical archaeology."
"So you know a lot about the Bible?"
"You might say that. I've studied the Bible for many years."
"Good! Then maybe I've finally found someone who will understand. Let me start at the beginning of the story. I am an embryologist. I was one of the early pioneers in the field of artificial insemination and in vitro fertilization. Of course, I've long since retired. Anyway, in 1967, I was working with a gynecologist named Dr. J. M. Talpish on a project in Transylvania, Romania."
As Murphy listened, it didn't take him long to realize that Dr. Anderson was not suffering from Alzheimer's or another brain disorder. The man was as rational as Murphy himself.
77
Dr. Anderson continued, "We discovered a process to artificially inseminate motile spermatozoa into female eggs outside of the womb. This was done under high-powered microscopes in the laboratory. The fertilized eggs remained in salt solutions in petri dishes until they were implanted into the endometrial lining of the uterus of the birth
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