London Wax Museum!!!

As they Entered the office they found John sitting in the chair on the computer. ''About time, I've been trying to hack this thing for Hours. Since Somebody declined to Tell me Exactly where the body was, I Had to Break into this place and Try and search the logs. But my Hacking Skills aren't nearly as good as Phil's.'' Says John as Philippa Comes to him and tells him to move as she sits in his lap and begins typing in the password. It didn't take long to Find the Clues that they were Looking For.

''Here's Something.'' Said Nimrod. ''It Would Seem that a Disgruntled Employee named Cristina Buonaserra was dismissed on Suspicion of Theft Three Months Ago.'' Says Nimrod as he brandished a piece of paper in front of Groanin who made a note of the Name and began a search of another Filing Cabinet. ''She was Suspected of Having Stolen Three Wax Dummies. While it doesn't claim who the Dummies were, one of them Must be Faustina. The Dummies Were Never Recovered, But Soon after being dismissed, Miss Buonaserra Left the Country and Went to live in Italy. Italy. Oh, Lord we'll Never Find her in time now." Continues Nimrod.

"Ahem. Not necessarily, sir. This here is Miss Buonaserra's File, her Next of Kin is Listed as Living in Italy. It seems she has a Brother Whose a Priest. Or More Precisely, The Abbot of the Carthursian Monastery in Malpensa, just outside the town of Eboli.'' Says Groanin. ''Malpensa.''Says Philippa as she starts to type on the computer keyboard. ''Malpensa's a Town in the South.'' Says Nimrod. ''I'll bet she went to see him.'' Says Nimrod. ''Eureka!'' Said Philippa as She Leans back into John. ''I've Found it! The Convento Di Carthusi in Malpensa. Oh Gross! This Has to be the Place where She Went. Look!'' Says Philippa. On the screen was a Picture of what looked like an underground cemetery consisting of Tunnels and Rooms with platforms and shelves for Coffins and Sarcophagi. But what was really strange was that all of the dead people were mummified and laid out like exhibits in a Museum. Some of the Corpses had long ago lost their Flesh and were little better than skeletons, while others looked as though they were only asleep.

"Gross.'' Repeated Philippa. "They're Catacombs. An old Italian tradition.'' Said Nimrod. The pride of the Catacombs, as shown on the Website, was the Corpse of a still Perfectly preserved girl of about twelve years old who had died in 1920 and whom the local people had named sleeping Beauty. It was most certainly Faustina!