
For the rest of the day,Murphycould think of little else besides speculating about his nighttime
rendezvous with Methuselah. It had been approximately two years sinceMurphyhad first been contacted
by this eccentric figure. Each time, without warning, and without ever showing his face,Methuselahwould
get a message to Murphy, always a single word in an ancient language that would turn out to be the name
of one of the books of the Bible.
This would be followed within a minute by cryptic directions, always to some deserted location, where
Methuselahwould watch from a secure hiding place and taunt him whileMurphywould try to survive some
very real, very deadly physical challenge.
The risk of death was very high and very real each time.Methuselahwas seemingly as serious about his
sadistic games as he was about the scholarship behind his finds. And apparently he had enough money
not only to sponsor the acquiring of the artifacts but to indulge his wildest ideas to lureMurphyinto the
most elaborate death traps. Would he actually allow Murphy to die if it ever came to that? So far, each
timeMurphyhad come extremely close to losing his life, and each time he had no doubt that Methuselah
would have let him die.
Yet, despite two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and too many scars to recall, Murphy had so far
somehow managed to muster all of his considerable abilities to stay alive long enough to claim his prize.
And what prizes they had been. Three artifactsMurphynever would have seen in any other way. Each
proven with laboratory tests to be genuine, yet Methuselah never uttered a word about his sources.
There were lots of issues that plaguedMurphyabout these mad, whirlwind chases, but each timeMurphy
went public with the artifacts, no organization, government, or individual collector had come forward to
claim they had been stolen.
So, however and from where Methuselah was getting his occasional treasures, they had proven to be
just that.
Methuselahremained a complete mystery to Murphy. To say he was eccentric would not begin to
explain his actions. The man was clearly a scholar of ancient artifacts, yetMurphycould find no trace of
where he came from or how he found these artifacts that any archaeologist would drool for. It was
especially mystifying whyMethuselahdid not keep these treasures for himself, or for a museum, or why he
chose his really strange games to giveMurphya chance to claim them.
As a man of high integrity,Murphybelieved he could overlook some potential gray areas regarding the
source of these artifacts. Some wealthy, connected, but truly mad collector was as close asMurphycould
come to an explanation of who Methuselah was. However, there was the troubling religious aspect.
Methuselahwas clearly not a religious man.Quite the opposite. A good deal of the pleasureMethuselah
seemed to get from these challenges was to tauntMurphyabout his faith. So far,Murphyhad been up to
every challenge, and he had to admit that in addition to getting the artifacts, part of what drove him was
the chance to defy Methuselah's nasty verbal insults about Murphy's faith.
Which was hardly a justification for his risking his life, Murphy realized.However, pride, temper,
stubbornness were all high on the list ofMichaelMurphy's imperfections. Probably Murphy's greatest
reservations about his Methuselah adventures were a result of his deep religious faith, which made it far
more difficult to justify the extreme risk to his life and limb.
Justify the risk not merely to himself, but to his wife,Laura.