John was trembling as he hailed a cab. He had played a lot close to his chest. He glanced back at the museum and then slid into the cab. He let out a sigh and then told the cabbie the address for his flat.

He leaned his head back and sighed, this was a nightmare. His professional career and the job at the university would be in jeopardy if anyone knew. Knew how much time he spent on the Hanging Gardens.

The Professor paid for the cab and got out. He stared up at his building and then started for the door with a shake of his head. There was someone in his flat. And knowing his luck, it was a superior who wanted him to find an artifact.