Like a shadow, Burke crept close; laid his ear against the panel, listening.
No sound.
Ever so gently, he laid the fingers of his left hand against the portal; pressed slowly.
New light appeared, washing through the crack along the jamb.
A moment of taut waiting. Then Burke put his eye to the opening and peered through, into a large, sumptuously-furnished room. The room of a noble, perhaps, or even a king.
The only thing strange about it that Burke could see was that what appeared to be a large tank occupied the center of the room ... a tank of shimmering, blue-white metal, utterly unlike the bronze of the Minoans; precisely the same as the material of which the great ship in the cave was made.
The hair along the back of Burke's neck prickled. Moving first to one side and then the other, he checked as large a portion of the room beyond the door as possible.
No occupants, so far as he could see.
With a quick push, he sent the door all the way back, swinging wide, while he poised rigid in the shadows.
Still no reaction.