He nudged the metal box with his shoe.
It slid several inches across the dusty floor.
A faint metallic sound followed.
Something small had fallen from underneath.
I bent down.
Attached to the bottom of the chest with brittle yellowed tape was a tiny brass key.
For a moment, we both stared at it.
“Well,” I said quietly, “at least we found the key.”
Declan leaned closer.
“Try it.”
I carefully peeled away the tape and inserted the key into the lock.
It resisted at first.
I turned it gently a second time.
Click.
The lock opened.
I lifted the lid.
Inside were several flat packages, each wrapped in protective paper.
Declan peered over my shoulder.
“What is it? Jewelry?”
I picked up the first package and slowly unfolded the wrapping.
Inside was an old comic book.
Superman appeared on the cover.
Declan stared.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”