The parcel was wrapped in a couple of layers of brown paper and sealed with cellophane tapes. If Houdini was inside he certainly could not have escaped. I had difficulty peeling the edges of the tapes off as they were stuck fast onto the paper. When one end of the parcel was opened, I could not believe my eyes when I saw what rolled out. It was not what Marita told me she had sent to me all the way from Sarawak. I still cannot believe it. Marita?