Instinctively, Norman Capris bent over to pick up the silver lock.
It was a cute, delicate silver lock, adorned with five small bells that jingled crisply.
There seemed to be an antique pattern etched on the lock with two apparent characters in the center.
Norman looked at it in the light.
"Fanny?"
He stroked the back of the lock, revealing more inscriptions.
He flipped it over for a better look. The letters were even smaller now. He squinted and seemed to make out "year of gengwu August…" but the remaining characters were too tiny to decipher.
Clydie snapped back to reality, pushed him away, and ran.
Instead of calling for help, she dashed over to the unconscious Peter Aria, pushing him and shouting,
"Sir, sir, wake up..."
Norman was somewhat puzzled by her actions. "The sleeping potion I used would knock out a bull, even if the sky fell, he wouldn't wake. Stop wasting your energy."
"Norman, do you realize what you're doing is a crime? It's not too late to turn back."
