“There's mail out on the hall table.”
“That's...” I began, but Dad interrupted.
“It's okay Robert,” he said. “There's something strange going on, and this chap seems to understand it. Let's do as he asks.”
“I agree with your father,” chimed Mum. “Sugar, Mr Raven?”
“Three please. Now let's start at the beginning, shall we? Tell me how you found it?”
“But it's just a box. A tin box full of tat that somebody buried, like a time-capsule.”
“My god boy, that's no box of tat. That box is a map!”
