The cabal of unlikely investigators ate their dinner and reminisced about Abraham Broder and what he meant to them. Most of them wanted badly to discuss the mystery that was before them, but on a night such as this is seemed in poor taste to polite company. Also, there was nothing much to talk about . . . for the moment.
The investigators worked through Monday at clearing their schedule for Tuesday so they could gather in the geological lab of Professor Tristan Coupard, Professor of Geology.
The Math and Science building was built after the Civil War but felt old and well-worn by the 1920s. The geology lab, most of all, looked a bit like something out of the 19th century. The walls were lined with shelves containing samples, jars, and labeled containers of every conceivable shape and size. And all of the more modern equipment was kept protected with old, stained covers.
It was about 10am when everyone arrived.