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The man shook his head quickly. His face had become pale, and sweat gathered along his forehead even though the morning air was cool.
"I do not know what it is."
"What did you see?"
"A box."
The answer came out weakly. The servant glanced toward the mansion entrance as if he feared Dickoff might somehow hear him from inside. His fingers kept rubbing against the side of his trousers, trying to wipe away sweat that immediately returned.
Sekhmet's attention sharpened.
"What kind of box?"
"Black wood. Old wood. I did not touch it. Lord Dickoff would not allow anyone near it."
"Was it large?"
"No, lord. Small enough to hold with both hands."
