I Should Die

not even find anything.”
    “I know, Papy,” I had replied. “And you don’t need to help me if it takes a long time.”
    Papy said, “ N’importe quoi, ” a phrase that means, “Don’t be silly.” And though he got up to make some phone calls and show one lone client around the gallery, he spent the rest of the day working side by side with me.
    We checked in with Mamie at one, and Georgia arrived a half hour later carrying a picnic basket with lunch for the three of us. Hanging her coat on the outstretched arm of a marble nymph, she sat down and pulled over a volume, flipping through the pages until she reached an illustration. Angling it away from Papy, she held up a page showing a nude statue of Perseus holding Medusa’s head.
    I lifted my eyebrows, waiting.
    “Nice package,” she commented matter-of-factly, and then flipped to the front of the book with a faux-studious air. I tried to hide my laughter from Papy, who was looking at us quizzically.
    “So, what are we looking for?” my sister asked with a straight face, and once I explained, she got straight to work.
    From time to time, one of us would find something. An unspecified Byzantine collection of bronze objects. An ancient incense burner. Papy would have a look, and then shake his head, saying that he knew that collection or that piece, and it couldn’t be associated with our thymiaterion.
    But a couple of hours later, when I found “Ten Important Etruscan Objects, unearthed in Turkey,” Papy sat up and studied the entry more carefully.
    “‘Includes bronze temple objects: statues and incense burners, engraved with unidentified mystical symbols,’” he read. “‘Several items of massive size. Part of a hoard discovered outside Istanbul. See also lots forty-five and forty-six.’” He read the descriptions of the other two lots, and then checked the back of the book for the insertion that listed the successful bidders.
    “I think you’ve found something here, Kate,” he said, glancing up from the book. I tried not to get too excited, but my blood felt like it was buzzing through my veins when I saw Papy’s face light up.
    “This is a major collection that I have never heard of. And probably for a very good reason: Once it was bought, it must have been hidden away. Also, the buyer is only listed as ‘an anonymous New York collector,’ so it could possibly refer to one of our secret collectors of revenant subject matter.”
    He sat thinking for a moment, and then closing the book he rose to his feet. “It’s worth following up on. I know only one New York collector of antiquities living at that time to whom this might refer. His son took over his collection and has long been one of my clients in Manhattan. Besides collecting antiquities, he has me contact him when I have anything even remotely referring to revenant lore. ‘G. J. Caesar’ is what he calls himself, which is obviously an alias.”
    “Why?” asked Georgia.
    Papy looked at her. “I would assume that the G. J. stands for Gaius Julius . . . Caesar, as in the Roman general and statesman.”
    “I knew that,” Georgia said lightly.
    Papy shook his head. “I don’t even have a phone number. A couple of decades ago, I used to send descriptions and photos of the objects that might interest him to a post office box. Now, of course, he has email. But I doubt he would answer me if I inquired about an object already in his collection. Our contact has been limited to buying and selling.”
    “Well, where do you ship his purchases to?” I asked. “If we have a mailing address, we could probably look up his phone number. That is, if he is even listed.” Hope was filling me like helium. I felt buoyant. Like I was ready to go to New York and track the guy down myself. So far this was just a lead, but it was the only one we had.
    “He has his own shippers pick up the objects,” Papy said. “I’m afraid this is going to be a bit of a dead end, unless I do something I’ve been putting off for the last couple of days.”
    “What’s that?” I asked.
    “I’ll need to meet Monsieur Grimod,” Papy said. “And if things are as urgent as you say, I should go ahead and do it now.”
    “Well, Kate and I better go with you!” Georgia said quickly. She snapped her book shut, jumped to her feet, and began putting on her coat, throwing me a look that said she had been waiting all day for a reason to visit La Maison.
    I already had my coat on and was halfway to the