"I could do fish and chips," Marcus said. "Sounds fine to us."
Marcus and Angus had made note of the tiny symbol engraved on the bow of the key. That told them clearly which muggle bank, but that didn't necessarily help much. There were other engravings on the key that didn't make any sense to either of them. They went to a loan officer who was sitting at her computer looking almost bored to death as she typed in pages and pages of numbers onto a digital spreadsheet.
Angus noticed she wasn't wearing a ring on either hand, and she wasn't far from his age by the look of things. He decided to approach her with a tiny bit of harmless flirting. Standing on Angus left, Marcus slapped Angus's hand, and then Angus saw what Marcus was triggering him about--his wedding band. Angus carefully dropped in into his trouser pocket for a few minutes. Then he tried just a bit of flirting, and she seemed to grab onto it as if he were handing out a big wad of cash, so he flirted a bit more. And before long, she took the key and was able to decipher the markings, saying the box was quite old, but it was still there. She took them into a vault room, where Angus and Marcus both sat and waited while she fetched the old safe deposit box.
It was a very large box, even as safe deposit boxes went. They opened the box and saw it was chucked full of paperwork, some keys, and some strange puzzle boxes. They had made a note of where the cameras were, and they positioned the box so that the camera couldn't see into the box. Then they simply shrank everything that was inside the box and removed it so that Marcus could tuck it into his jeans' pocket. When the box was empty, they locked it back up and turned it back into the teller to lock back up again. The two of them left the bank together, and Angus put his wedding ring back on so he didn't lose it out of the pocket of his trousers.
They took a detour to Hogsmeade to Michael's place. Michael and Orin were up and had had a lovely breakfast of Eggs Benedict. They'd both showered and changed, and were just deciding on how to while away the day leisurely when Angus and Marcus showed up.
"Escape from your keeper, did you?" Michael asked, motioning for them to come in.
"He's headed to work by now, I'm sure," Angus said. "Anise found a key in an old box that came from the Tyler stuff. It just so happened to be a safe deposit key to a London bank, and it was chockablock full of papers and some old puzzle boxes. Interested?"
"Am I?" Michael said, "Absolutely. Let's see what you've got." They went through, put the objects on Michaels' coffee table and resized them. Orin set to work on the puzzle boxes, and the rest of them started to sift through the papers. Each of them had taken a random stack of papers to sort through.
"What's this?" Marcus asked. "Looks like a deed." He opened the envelope and unfolded the papers. "Yep. It's a deed alright. It's to a property owned by someone named Nevil Newton. It's...wait. Let me get this straight. It's to a medieval tower in Ireland..."
"On the northeast coastline?" Michael asked, "north of Derrybeg?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"Because I have a deed here to the same property, and this one's a phony. A damned good phony, but a phony nonetheless. And this says the property was a gift from Gideon to Charlotte."
"So did Gideon steal the deed and fabricate a new one?" Marcus asked.
"I wouldn't be so quick to accuse him of that. Remember, he was murdered just like Charlotte was."
"Then maybe this Newton fellow did it," Angus said.
"Well, maybe. We'll have to check him out."
"I have a will," Angus said. "Charlotte's. She gives everything to Gideon if she dies, which is standard, but if he dies before her, then she leaves everything to her mother, Pearl."
"That makes no sense. Why wouldn't she leave it to Suzanne?" Marcus said.
"It doesn't say," Angus said.
"So, its possible that if Pearl actually survived somehow, she inherited the tower."
"Well, that's what it would look like on paper, but I'm starting to think Pearl manipulated it all to get the tower from the outset," Michael said.
"Why do all roads point back to Pearl?" Angus sighed.
"Well, they do, but only when we look hard enough to look behind all the tracks someone's trying to hide."
"Pearl," Marcus and Orin said at the same time.
"I'm really starting to doubt that we're going to find a grave with Pearl in it," Michael said, "because this is all pointing towards Pearl being yet alive."
"And if she is, she's extremely dangerous," Angus said.
"You leave this stuff with me," Michael said. "If Pearl is alive, she's seen you in your dream state. Your place isn't safe anymore to leave any evidence in. I'll make sure she can't possibly get to any of this stuff, and you package up anything else you have in this business and get it to me. I'll get it secured too."
"In the meantime, we need to get home," Marcus said. "They might not be safe if Pearl is alive. And they don't know that."
"Agreed," Angus said. They got up in a hurry. "Thank you, Michael."
"We'll let you know if we find anything else. And, do not go to that damned tower until we discuss all this with Robert."
"I wasn't planning on it," Angus replied. He and Marcus apparated back home, landed in the front yard and went inside.
"Sorry we're a little later than we planned, but only by a few minutes," Marcus said. "We didn't think we dared to bring home the contents of the box. We need to not get lazy with the protections on the house here. It's starting to look like perhaps Pearl might be very much alive, and if she is, she could be far more dangerous than we took her for. It isn't cause for panic, but just stay at the ready, just in case."