Skye took the helmet and studied the intricate design engraved on the metal, pursing her lips in thought. The visor was formed into the face of a man with a large nose and a bushy mustache. The crown was engraved with ornate, interlocking flowers and stems, and mythical creatures revolved like planets around a stylized three-headed eagle. The eagle's mouths were open in a defiant scream and bundles of spears and arrows were clutched in its sharp claws.

“We actually discovered the helmet first,” Thurston said. “We shut down the pump immediately and luckily we didn't damage the body.”

“A wise decision,” Renaud said. “An archaeological site is vulnerable to contamination, very much like a crime scene.”

Skye poked her fingers through a rough opening in the right side of the helmet. “This looks like a bullet hole.”

Renaud snorted. “Bullet hole! A spear or an arrow would be more appropriate.”

“It's not unusual to see proof marks, dents in armor where it was tested against firearms,” Skye said. “The hole is unusually clean. This steel is of exceptionally high quality. Look, except for a few scratches and dings it's hardly damaged after being squeezed by the ice. You've called in a forensics expert?” she said.

“He should be here tomorrow,” Renaud said. “We don't need a specialist to tell us this fellow is dead. What can you tell us about this helmet?”

“I can't place it,” she said, with a shake of her head. “The general shape resembles some I have seen, but the markings are unknown to me. I'd have to look for an armorer's mark and check it against my database. There are many contradictions here.” She gazed at the body. “The clothing and the gun look twentieth century. He appears to be an aviator, judging from his uniform and the goggles. Why would he be wearing an old helmet, if that is the case?”

“Very interesting, Mademoiselle Labelle,” Renaud said with an impatient sigh, “but I expected you to be more help.” He took the helmet from her hands and replaced it in the container after first pulling out a small riveted strongbox. He cradled the battered metal box like a baby. "This was near the body. What we find inside may

identify this person and tell us how he got here. In the meantime,“ he said to Thurston, ”I would like you to continue melting the ice around the body in case there are other identifying objects. I will take full responsibility."

Thurston gave him a skeptical look, and then shrugged. “This is your country,” he said, and started the hot water hose again. He melted another few inches of ice on either side of the body, but found nothing. After a while they went back to the lab for some nourishment and to warm up, then returned to the ice cave and resumed their explorations. When Renaud said he would stay in the lab while the others went back to the ice cave, no one protested.