"I'm so sorry, he stepped out for lunch about an hour ago. He didn't say when he'd be coming back, but I'd assume fairly soon?"
She gave a sheepish shrug, as if to prove her point.
"That's quite all right -" Layton paused to read the nameplate on her desk. "Yvette. I'll head back to the hotel and try again in the afternoon."
"Sorry you missed him. Can I take a message for you?" Layton paused again, then nodded.
"Why, yes, thank you." Yvette picked up a yellow notepad. "Please let Mr. Brown know that Hershel Layton came calling, and that he has a question for him."
Yvette began jotting down the message, then frowned.
"Hershel Layton? You wouldn't be Professor Hershel Layton?" Layton nodded again.
"Indeed I am." Yvette's frown deepened, her eyes narrowing as she studied Layton's face.
"Hmm. Hold on one second." Yvette abruptly swiveled her chair to face the wall behind her, where a large shelf was filled with folders, papers, trinkets, and boxes. She began pointing to one of the shelves, muttering to herself, as if counting off numbers.
"Here it is." She picked up a small box at the far end of the shelf and swiveled back around to face Layton. She handed him the box. "Dan gave this to me last week, and said it was for a Professor Hershel Layton. He also said it was an 'easter egg' from one of his books or something." She shrugged. "I thought it was a little weird, but he's the boss, you know? Anyway, I totally forgot about it until you said your name."
Layton weighed the small package in his hand. It was a small box wrapped in simple brown paper, held together with a piece of tape. Scribbled on top were the words "To Professor Layton." Underneath was written: