The Jester [antikvár]

Wearing a brown tweed suit, and his customary dark tortoiseshell sunglasses, Dr Alberto Mazzini pushed through the crowd of loud and agitating reporters blocking the steps of the Musée de l'Histoire in Blois. 'Can you tell us about the artefact? Is it real? Is that why you're here?' a woman pressed, shoving a microphone marked CNN in his face/Have tests been performed on the DNA?' Dr Mazzini was already annoyed. How had the press jackals been alerted? Nothing had even been confirmed about the find. He waved off the reporters and camera operators. 'This way, Dottore/ one of the museum aides instructed. 'Please, come inside.' A tiny, dark-haired woman in a black trouser suit was waiting for Mazzini. She looked to be in her mid-forties, and appeared almost to curtsy in the presence of this prestigious guest. 'Thank you for coming. I am René Lacaze, the director of the museum. I tried to control the press, but .'she shrugged, 'they smell a big story. It is as if we've found an atom bomb.'