"Elaine, look, if you don’t mind, I’m completely exhausted and would like to go to bed right away." Elaine, who had other things in her mind, nodded in approval.
Elaine Gibbs had noticed something very odd in her husband, Bobby’s behaviour. The eccentricities occurred each night when they kissed goodnight to one another. After this, he would just get up and go somewhere at odd hours during the night. By early morning, he would return to bed once more as if nothing had happened. At first, Elaine thought that perhaps it was a phase of some kind but when it continued, she decided to finally talk to him over breakfast.
“Bobby, if there’s nothing urgent you have to do today, I’d like to have a word with you.” Said Elaine, as she poured out a hot cup of tea from the kettle for both of them.
“I’m all ears, Elaine darling.” He said, munching his buttered toast.
“You may not be aware of this but every night, you get up and start doing things in your study.” “I thought I’d ask you first before consulting a psychiatrist.” Bobby suddenly coughed out his toast and his eyes filled with water.
“Gosh, I nearly choked on my toast, Elaine.”
“You haven’t answered my question; what do you do?” Bobby stood up.
“Listen, first of all, I don’t know what you’re on about, but I can tell you that I kiss you goodnight and I go to sleep. End of story.” “Now, I’m getting late to go to the office, so we can talk later.”
He left abruptly. Elaine finished her tea and was about to ring the psychiatrist when she suddenly got an idea.
“I’m going to look into his study room. There may be some kind of clue in there.” And so, while Bobby was in the office, Elaine used her own double set of keys to unlock her husband’s private study room door. As she entered the room, she was surprised to see a lot of maps pinned on the wall. They were very descriptive and beautiful.
“My knowledge of astronomy is poor but these are definitely maps of some planet.” She moved in closer and saw a large red book lying on the cabinet. It had a silver lock on it. Elaine tried to open it but realised that she needed a key. She browsed around until she found it lying on the study table in a small red container. She unlocked it and it flipped open.
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