I removed each screw and then pulled the panel off. There wasn't any water in the tank, but there was a shoe box and a leather bound book. I pulled them both out and carried them to the stairs and sat back down. My heart raced as I opened the box. I recognized it immediately. It was the knife and sheath that I had seen in every one of the snuff films. I felt ill. I threw the box to the floor and turned my attention to the book. It had no writing on the outside nor on the spine.