“A moondial?” said Sir John.
“Yes,” said Phlebotomous excitedly, “just like a sundial tells the time during the day, this does at night. Although it only seems to work well when the moon is full like this evening. It has a compass so you can find out where north is.”
“That’s fascinating I’m sure,” said Sabine, “but we have more pressing….”
“This little green stone shines too,” said Phlebotomous indicating the centre of the compass. “Actually, that seems to happen no matter what phase the moon is in. In fact, if anything it seems to glow more when the moon is waning.”
“Indeed,” said Sabine, “but Mr Bosch…”
“What kind of green?” said Marie, pulling out the necklace her uncle had given her. “A green like this?”
“Yes!” said Phlebotomous. “I think so. Let me bring it over.”
The vampire brought the moondial and compared it to the necklace. As he held the device close to the jewellry the compass needle started spinning wildly.
“That’s strange,” said Phlebotomous. “It didn’t do that before.”
“Ladies, Gentlemen,” said Sabine. “And… other creatures. Surely we must focus on the task in hand? We need to compare the words of the oracle to the potential location of the key piece.”
The slurping sounds from the end of the table stopped and Sir John looked up.
“I rather think Sabine has a point,” he said.
“Yes,” said Marie. “Of course. I’m sorry.”
She absently took off the necklace and left it next to the moondial on the table. The compass needle began to settle down.
“Phlebotomous, Osvold,” said Sir John. “We need your help in deciphering what we learned, well sort of learned, from the Oracle. Tell me, of the potential locations where the next key piece might be, are any of them in a garden? A garden that’s on the riverbank?”
Osvold shuffled over to Phlebotomous and whispered in his ear. Phlebotomous started to speak but Osvold pulled on his coat sleeve and whispered some more.
“The location is supposed to be somewhere where great joy and great sadness have co-existed,” said Phlebotomous.
“Sounds like half of Paris,” said Sabine.
Osvold again tugged on Phlebotomous’ sleeve and whispered to him, shooting nervous glances at the table.
“It’s also a place which has seen a lot of death,” said Phlebotomous.
“Still half of Paris,” said Marie.
Osvold again whispered to Phlebotomous.
“And where something was caged,” said Phlebotomous.
“Again it… ah wait!” said Sabine. “The Tuileries. Louis 16 was held captive there, no?”
“Was he… killed there?” said Sir John.
“No,” said Sabine, “Hmm.”
“There was a massacre there,” said Marie. “The king’s guards, when the garden was stormed.”
“So that… could be it?” said Sir John.
“There are many statues there too,” said Marie. “This thing about the sea, maybe there is one that is somehow nautical.”
“That’s it!” said Sabine. “That must be the place! We go tomorrow!”
Marie leaned back in her chair and exhaled. She glanced down at her necklace and moondial and a small frown formed on her face.
“Wonderful deduction ladies!” said Sir John. “Er, Miss Henderson, is there any more soup?”