Rosalie Elias:
"I've a bit of knowledge in Anthropology and Archeology, as well as a few languages. I'd be happy to accompany you, Mr. McNeil, especially as I wish to view these acquisitions, myself. I'd especially like to have a look at that mirror, Chief Inspector. Mr. McNeil?" She gestured to the hallway and the rooms beyond that contained the gathered artifacts from Gavigan's property.
”I would be very appreciative of your assistance, Ms. Elias,” McNeil said. His formality had settled over him like a protective cloak as soon as he had set foot in London again. The benefit of his teenage years. The city always seemed to bring it out of him, along with an itch to return home, or to the field, as quickly as possible. His sentiment to Rosalie Elias was sincere, however. Jackson had made it clear, both within his books and their correspondence, just how capable his cousin was. Her experience curating artifacts would doubtlessly prove valuable.
The talk of Egypt immediately stirred his interest, but he focused on the policeman.
”Inspector, if you’re ready for us to proceed?”