Hunt Through Napoleon's Web

Amun unrolled the print, weighing down one corner with Gabriel’s gun. It showed a black-and-white photograph of a stone tablet covered in hieroglyphics. One corner of the tablet was broken off.

“Do you recognize it, Mister Hunt?” Amun asked.

“Of course,” Gabriel said. “It’s the Rosetta Stone.”

Amun stretched out a finger and traced it along the edge of the Rosetta Stone. “As you can see, there is a piece missing. Broken off. Lost forever. Who knows what additional information it might have contained, what secrets.”

“What’s your point?”

“What if I were to tell you, Mister Hunt, that a second entire tablet exists, twice the size of this missing piece, one that contains even more precious—more powerful—information than the stone in the British Museum? Information that could, quite simply, change the world . . . ?”