“The
wood will never scratch, the iron never
tarnish,
for this
will be the vessel that holds your soul.
Oh death, where is thy sting? Oh grave,
where is thy victory?”
The trustees
of an old scientific society are visiting
the recently bereaved,
offering
to ‘solve’ their grief. They
have an unhealthy interest in any unusual
object coveted by the deceased.
Ellen’s late father’s antique
typewriter has been claimed by the trustees
under his will, but it’s missing
and someone is using it to send her messages.
The coded messages carry knowledge only
her father could possess.
They tell of secrets only the dead can
unlock.
