“It’s my grandfather’s sailor’s box containing some old knickknacks – I think he had a spyglass of some kind.”
“I’ll get an old blanket to put the box on,” said Esme putting the coffee on a cupboard and disappearing into the bedroom.
She returned with a cat blanket and placed it on the ground. Sebastian put the box down and slurped his coffee thirstily. Esme opened the lid and wafted away the cobwebs. The spyglass was lying at the bottom of the box on top of a piece of paper. Gemma stuck her nose into the box to see if there were any spiders and then jumped inside. Sebastian examined the spyglass and pronounced it useable for seeing the eclipse.
“Gemma, what are you pawing at?” said Esme.
Gemma was scratching at the paper and got her claw stuck. She jumped out of the box and tried to loosen her grip. The paper fluttered onto the stairs.
“We should have a better view of the eclipse now,” said Sebastian and began to walk down the stairs.
He glanced at the paper and stopped.
“I haven’t seen this before,” he said and picked it up.
“Why it’s a map of the island,” he said, “with the stones of Callanish marked on it.” He examined if further. “What’s odd is that someone has been playing noughts and crosses on it.”
He handed it to Esme.
“There’s some writing on it,” she said, “find the winning move, shake that stone, and a fortune might be in reach. Is this your idea of a joke, Sebastian?”
“No,” he said, “it’s not my idea of a joke – perhaps it’s someone else’s idea?”