I fumble with a match in the darknes of the tomb. Desperatly I am trying to light a kerosene lamp, while calling out the name of my assistant Miss Najia Baket. The light flutters and dies befor me. As last I have it under control and it illuminates the gastly scene. The body of the dead young woman is in the crypt. A muti-colored butterfly or moth hovers over her.

Najai Baket is nowhere to be seen. NAJIA! NAJIA! I cry out her name. "O...my GOD where can she be!?" The butterfly seems to becon me forward and not far away I find a matchbox. It is from Rio Club Coca~Cabana and I think it belonged to Najia. I hold out the lantern. "Follow me." I say do the others. Hidden here is a deep flight of stairs descending into the bowels of the earth. There is no way to go but down. Is the butterfly following us? Or are we following the butterfly?

Miss Baket seems to have vanished in the darkness and my heart is sinking. There are to many loose ends here. I must find Najia befor it is to late, but where can she be? Has she been abducted too? This is not a time to panic, but I know in my heart that she is in great danger. How selfish I was to bring her here. If anything happens to her I will never forgive myself. Just when I think I have found the one that I have been searching for all of my life, she has vanished!

NAJIA! NAJIA! Where are you!? I call into the empty bleak darkness.