Upstairs, in Paul's Flat.
As Timour carefully scribbles over the top sheet of writing paper, Andrei carefully lays out the rest of the contents of the box.
The small ornate chest, containing two well made silver daggers, with a rolled scroll tucked between them.
Six different passports of various nationality including Great Britain, the United States and France.
A heavy ledger.
A crumpled letter from the same pad as the one Timour holds.
Professor Wilson's missing notes about the Pnakotic Manuscripts.
Three other parchment scrolls.
Timour can see that there is writing impressions on the pad, but they're written in a delicate hand, he concentrates on his work, trying to be as gentle as possible so as to not ruin the clue.
Downstairs, Outside Owen's Flat.
<<Certainly Marm! Just one moment.>>
The operator connects Caroline through to the pub, and she hears the phone ringing at the other end.
The landlord's door creaks open and Owen emerges from his room, his hair is greasy and unkempt and Helen sees bits of food stuck between his crooked teeth as he smiles lustfully at her.
He licks his lips slowly before speaking, "Hello Helen, who's your friend? Would you like to use my phone?"
He eyes Caroline up a down as he speaks, his eyes lingering on her chest, and he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. The ends of his fingers are stained brown from tobacco.
As Owen licks his lips again, the phone at the other end of the line is picked up.
<<Hello, the Railway Inn, can I help you>>