door on the left, and behind it was the one accommodation to the twenty-first century; the kitchen and huge back pantry were attached to the house by an arched passageway.
âAre you really all right?â Robert asked, coming alongside Leslie as they headed toward the dining room.
She squeezed his arm. âReally,â she assured him.
Really, she repeated in her mind. I just want you all to get out of my house.
Her house?
It wasnât her house at all.
It was simply the house where Matt had died.
âSo, Hank,â Brad said as they filed into the dining room. âYour company made another historical discovery, huh? Must be hard. All that time and money investedâand now you have to stop work and wait for us to prowl around.â
âThankfully,â Professor Laymon said, before Hank could reply, âthe company doesnât try to hide what it comes across, Brad.â
But Hank was grinning. âDo I mind losing money, Brad? Sure. But we get more promotional bucks out of this than you could begin to imagine.â
As she took a chair at the period reproduction dining table, Leslie ignored the men and flashed a smile at Greta. They were eating on reproduction Dutch porcelain dishes, and fresh flowers graced the table. The minute sheâd entered the house, sheâd smelled the aroma of beef cooking, so she assumed they would be having a traditional old English pub roast.
âSo, Hank, tell us more about the find,â Brad said.
Hank looked a little surprised. âProfessor Laymon has been given all the specifics.â
âHeâs told us what he knows, but Iâm curious. Why do you think youâve discovered a working-class burial?â
Hank shrugged, taking his seat just as the caterers made their appearance, bringing the meal from the kitchen. A roast, whipped potatoes, greens, a tomato salad. Red wine. A very nice and very traditional meal.
âNo one has turned vegetarian on me lately, have they?â Greta asked worriedly.
They all shook their heads as Hank started to answer Bradâs question.
âWell, we havenât come across any coffins or bonesâweâre leaving that to you,â he said, helping himself to the potatoes. âGravy?â he asked. Ken Dryer passed over the gravy boat.
âWhat our first worker came across was a set of wooden teeth,â Hank explained.
âWooden teeth?â Leslie echoed.
âJust like the pair of George Washingtonâs in the Smithsonian,â Hank said.
âPoor people didnât generally have false teeth,â Leslie said.
âTheyâre very rough, and only preserved because they happened to have been wrapped in a scrap of tarp, like something a soldier might have had,â Hank said. âI donât really know anything about this stuff, but thatâs what the first guy on the site, someone from the museum, said. Anyway, there was more. A few pieces of jewelry, costume stuff, and poor costume stuff at that. And a couple of tiny crossesâthose were actually real silver. We stopped work right away, of course.â
âOf course,â Brad agreed. Leslie thought he sounded skeptical, but Brad de facto disliked anyone who worked for a development company.
âThen,â Greta reminded Hank, âthere were the records we found at the Morgan Library. Records that indicated a church had stood on the spot before it burned to the ground. At the time, this area was heavily populated with immigrant families, struggling to get by. Up the street, there was once a Catholic church. Down this way, there was another Episcopal church, not to mention Trinity and St. Paulâs. Remember, everyone went to church in those days.â
âRight, Greta. Anyway,â Hank said, flashing a grin at Professor Laymon, âthe decision was made that our good friend here should head the project, and all work has been stopped, the areas where the finds were made have been
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