In the garden, Jennifer lay back comfortably on a teak wooden deck chair. The sun brightened the garden of Swan House on Livingstone Street. “It’s right here behind the building on our grounds. “If this is a copy, where’s the original?” It’s said to be a road sign to the location of his famous Pithecanthropus erectus finding.”īishop gave a big smile as he turned from Lindsey to Ignatowski before addressing Mansoer. “Ah, that’s a copy of a small monument placed by Eugene Dubois himself in 1894, shortly before he went back to the Netherlands in 1895.
“What’s this?” Bishop asked Mansoer, pointing to a stone-engraved tablet about one square foot. “But what if we don’t find anything? My assignment-our assignment”-he helped Lindsey over the barrier-“is to try to find an answer for the disappearing tribes.”Īs Bishop climbed over the barrier, he stayed silent for a long moment, frowning. “Listen, I believe that you believe,” Ignatowski said, stepping out of the diorama. Someone wants us to look for him or her, here in Trinil, and when the only person missing at this time is Jennifer, I need to believe this is about her.” “I told you, I’m not sure what we’re looking for, but what I am sure about is that the messages left in Peru sent us here, or in any case somewhere near here.
I think it’s time you tell us what it is you’re looking for.”īishop pouted his lips. “You dragged us halfway across the world on a wild goose chase. But there’s nothing left but riverbank now.”īishop looked at the other two searching the diorama.
“Most of the digs were at the bank of the Solo River.
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