“The problems of curating,” Dr Henry says, rather cheerfully. “Not everything can go on display, but we rarely get anything like a ‘boring’ donation, so our attic is always full of fascinating objects.”
“And here we won’t get kicked out for identifying them,” Sherlock adds as he hauls a stained cardboard box onto the table to unpack. “Back when I was, ah, traveling, I ended up at the Paris Lost and Found Museum with some time to kill. I’ve been banned till 2030 for ‘attempting to destroy the mysteries of the museum’. Bit over the top, I thought, but that’s the French for you.”
He peers down into the mess of very old newspaper he’s just disturbed. The smell of formaldehyde drifts from the box.
“Oh, Daphne, you’re too good to us.”
Carefully he reaches in and lifts out a very, very large jar... with a human head floating in it. Or something that looks a lot like a human head.
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“And here we won’t get kicked out for identifying them,” Sherlock adds as he hauls a stained cardboard box onto the table to unpack. “Back when I was, ah, traveling, I ended up at the Paris Lost and Found Museum with some time to kill. I’ve been banned till 2030 for ‘attempting to destroy the mysteries of the museum’. Bit over the top, I thought, but that’s the French for you.”
He peers down into the mess of very old newspaper he’s just disturbed. The smell of formaldehyde drifts from the box.
“Oh, Daphne, you’re too good to us.”
Carefully he reaches in and lifts out a very, very large jar... with a human head floating in it. Or something that looks a lot like a human head.