“This is my paper, Ernst,” Dr. Thatcher said stiffly. “Don’t you start writing it yourself!”
“As you say, Jack,” the older professor agreed equably, no doubt understanding full well that, when Dr. Thatcher wrote his paper, many of the hints his senior colleague had just expressed would be either followed through upon or at least offered as theories of Thatcher’s own.
Doug, who had brought his camera, started taking pictures; but Dr. Thatcher advised him, “Save your film. I’ve already shot it as it was when the earthquake first uncovered it.”
They were the only two who had brought cameras. Edna suggested, “Maybe we could get some brass-rubbing paper and make rubbings? Or are these carvings too fragile?”
“Photographs and careful drawings first,” said Prof Weintraub. “Then, when it is saf
