It is quite discolored." Jenks frowned peculiarly.

A startling explanation had suggested itself to him.

Fragments of forgotten lore were taking cohesion in his mind.
"Put it down.

Quick!" he cried.
Iris obeyed him, with wonder in her eyes.

He spilled a teasponful of champagne into a small hollow of the rock and steeped one of the fish-bones in the liquid.