“Michael Ventris found something like that, back in the Fifties,” Hubert Penrose’s voice broke in from directly behind her.
She turned her head. The colonel was standing by the archaeologists’ table; Captain Field and the airdyne pilot had gone out.
“He found a lot of Greek inventories of military stores,” Penrose continued. “They were in Cretan Linear B script, and at the head of each list was a little picture, a sword or a helmet or a cooking tripod or a chariot wheel. That’s what gave him the key to the script.”
“Colonel’s getting to be quite an archaeologist,” Fitzgerald commented. “We’re all learning each others’ specialties, on this expedition.”
“I heard about that long before this expedition was even contemplated.” Penrose was tapping a cigarette on his gold case. “I heard about
