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“I am looking for the Egyptian Curator.”
“You have found him. I am Wilbert Wilberforce, himself, at
your service. How can I assist you?”
“I was hoping to find the Rosetta Stone on display here, can you tell me where it is, sir?” Nordhausen almost
pleaded.
“The Rosetta Stone? Which Rosetta Stone? There is a whole collection of artifacts that came in from Rosetta—”
Nordhausen cut in. “Black basalt slab, about
so big, in hieroglyphics, demotic and Greek.”
The Curator’s eyes narrowed with a hint of recognition. “Oh, let me see, I may know what you mean,” Mr. Wilberforce
mulled. “It is not on display, sir... May I ask your name, sir, and your interest?”
“Not on display?”
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