Eddie nodded, surprised at the change in the man’s attitude.
The doorman sniffed, and made a face. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘Now you mention it, I can tell that you are. Will you come with me please, sir? Sir William is expecting you.’
Inside, Eddie was impressed by the foyer with its panelled walls and marble floor. The doorman led the way, and finally he was shown into a large room dominated by a huge oval table that was so highly polished that the ornate ceiling was reflected in its wooden surface.
‘I gather this young gentleman is with you, Sir William,’ the doorman said.
Sir William, George and Liz were seated together at the table. Half a dozen leather-bound books were piled up in front of them. Others were lying open. Sir William rose to greet Eddie.
‘Indeed yes, Stephen. This is Eddie — a vital member of our team. Thank you so much for showing him up.’
The doorman smiled and left them to it. Sir William beckoned Eddie over to join them at the table. Eddie noticed that they had all changed their clothes, but he said nothing. They might offer him starched, uncomfortable clothing too. Or worse, a wash.
But the others were more keen to explain what they were doing than to worry about how Eddie looked or smelled.
‘This is the penultimate volume of Sir Henry Glick’s diary,’ Sir William said, pointing to one of the books open on the table. ‘The last entries must come soon before the contents of the destroyed final volume. Here,’ he said pointing to a fragment of charred paper which Eddie recognised, ‘is all that remains of that volume, apart from blank pages. And we can draw several conclusions concerning what Glick was writing about.’
Eddie read the fragment aloud — to prove he could read as much as anything.
‘… now know which came first, and I can prove it.
The answer lies in the Crystal …’
‘Now,’ Sir William went on, ‘if we look at the previous volume we find that the final entries concern preparations for a dinner on New Year’s Eve 1853 in the Crystal Palace Park.’
‘Which came first …’ Eddie repeated, barely paying attention to the others. ‘Sounds like a riddle.’
‘It is a riddle,’ George agreed. ‘But the answer is not as straightforward as “Which came first, the chicken or the egg.” We’d thought of that.’
‘So what does it mean?’
‘It’s the word “Crystal” that we think is important,’ Liz said.
Sir William was nodding enthusiastically. ‘As Miss Oldfield pointed out, it is odd that Crystal should be capitalised. Unless it refers to a proper noun.’
‘A what?’
Sir William waved aside Eddie’s question and pushed the last surviving volume of the diary in front of him. He jabbed his finger at a piece of card that was gummed on to one of the pages. There was a drawing on it — a large bird with huge leathery wings stretched out in flight. Its beak was more like a crocodile’s mouth, filled with sharp teeth.
‘A pterodactyl,’ Sir William said. ‘A flying dinosaur, from the time before history even began.’
There was writing on one of the outstretched wings which Sir William read aloud. ‘Mr Waterhouse Hawkins,’ he paused to explain: ‘He was Director of the Fossil Department at the Crystal Palace.’
‘Crystal,’ Eddie realised. ‘You think-’
But Sir William was reading again:
Mr Waterhouse Hawkins requests the honour of
Sir Henry Glick at dinner in the belly of the
Iguanodon at the Crystal Palace on Saturday
evening December the 31st at five o’clock 1853
— an answer will oblige.
George leaned forward and turned the page. ‘And here,’ he said to Eddie, ‘Glick writes that he was asked to address the guests at that dinner, and he seems excited. He has something he says will “astonish and astound” them.’
Eddie nodded. He could see why they thought the scrap of writing from the final diary might relate to this same event. ‘So what,’ he asked, ‘is an ig-wan-o-dan?’
‘An iguanodon,’ Sir William corrected him.
‘It’s a sort of dinosaur,’ Liz said. ‘A huge reptile, like a lizard only enormous, from prehistory.’
‘And you eat dinner in them?’
Sir William laughed. ‘Generally not. But following the Great Exhibition, several life-size models of recently discovered dinosaurs were cast and are still now situated in the Crystal Palace Park. That creature that pursued us earlier this evening was I believe derived in some way from a dinosaur.’
‘Where do they live?’ Eddie asked, amazed. He had never heard of such a thing, let alone seen one. Not until that week anyway.
‘They died out many many years ago. Perhaps millions of years ago. We don’t know much about them, even now eighty years after the discovery of the first dinosaur bones and skeletons. We don’t even know how they reproduced.’
Eddie was struggling to make sense of all this. ‘So this Glick bloke knew something about dinosaurs. And he was invited to dinner in one where he told everyone else what it was?’
‘Not quite,’ Sir William corrected him. ‘You see, while Glick did indeed attend the dinner, it seems he was taken ill and left before he could make his speech. Though in fact his diary gives a slightly different interpretation.’
George was holding the diary and turned to the very last page.
‘That scoundrel Richard Owen antagonised me so very much with his rather self-satisfied account of his achievements I felt physically ill. Not once did he spare a thought for Messrs Mantell or Buckland, or even Cuvier, much less give them any iota of praise or any hint of acknowledgement. It quite put me off my food. And by the time it was my turn to say a few words I had decided not to waste my breath on these selfish fools. I made my apologies and left, explaining with as much irony as I could muster, that I felt quite ill. To my subsequent dismay I left in such a hurry that I neglected to be sure I had with me the very item I had gone there to present. And when I checked the next morning, I found that in my haste, I had dropped it. Though of course it is not lost for I know precisely where it now is, and the irony makes me smile.
So, instead, I shall present my startling discovery within this diary. Or rather the next volume of this diary for as you see we have reached the final page. So the next volume will bear witness to the matters that Owen and his cronies forfeited that night.’
‘So what was it?’ Eddie asked, excited now despite not really following everything he’d been told.
‘That is the question,’ Sir William replied.
‘And the answer,’ Liz said, ‘is in the Crystal.’
Eddie frowned. ‘Does he mean the park? Or the Crystal Palace itself?’
‘Just what we were wondering when you arrived,’ George said.
‘And I was about to say that I believe it is neither,’ Sir William said. He stood up and walked slowly round the table as he spoke. He tapped his index finger against his chin, deep in thought. ‘Now Sir Henry died soon after that. He had been ill for a while, so that is probably why no one seemed surprised he had to leave early. But we know from this extract that he took something with him to the dinner that evening. Something that would demonstrate in some way the astonishing and astounding information he had to impart. Something that will tell us what it is that Lorimore seeks so desperately to discover.’
‘And he says that he lost it,’ George said.
‘Not exactly. Because he also says he knows exactly where it is.’
‘But if it’s important, why didn’t he go and get it back then,’ Eddie wanted to know.
‘Or was he too ill for that?’ Liz suggested.