Her name was Anna, and as soon as she entered the train car, James Malart was bewitched.

It wasn't because she was beautiful, although she was.

It was the bracelet on her wrist, gleaming and gold. His train

I instantly recognized it as a treasure from the days of ancient Troy. It was spring 1958 and the 33-year-old mulart was

traveling through Western Turkey. He was a plump man with thick glasses, a no-name

archaeologist from England.

The discoveries that would make him famous were still years away, but he burned with ambition.

His obsession in life was Turkey. He had moved to Turkey years earlier and had married a Turkish archaeologist.

He was especially obsessed with a region of central Turkey called Anatolia or Asia Minor.

Myelard wanted to prove that Anatolia had history every bit as glorious as Rome or Greece.

So as soon as he saw the Anatolian bracelet on the arm of the woman in the train, he was

transfixed. He screwed up his courage and introduced himself. Her name was Anna Papastrad. She spoke English well. She told him she lived

in Ismeer, a city on the Turkish coast. As Millard peppered her with questions, she

revealed that she had a whole horde of similar treasures at her house.

Did Millard want to see them?

Of course he did.

But Millard had no place to stay in Ismer.

Anna, though, offered to put him up for the night at her house.

However excited, Mulard hesitated.

His wife would be furious about him sleeping at a strange woman's home, but his lust for archaeology got the better of him.

Besides, it was just one night. He said, yes.

He had no idea that this one night would haunt him for the rest of his life. From the Science History Institute, this is Sam Keene and The Disappearing Spoon, a topsy-Turvy

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