Jeeves considered Frank's suggestion and nodded in agreement as long as the archaeologist stayed away and Frank only told him like it was a tale, they could avoid exposing their own secret.

Still, he said, "It works for me, but I'm not sure if your archaeologist is the real deal."

Frank chuckled. "Don't worry-she's really amazing. Just tell me everything!"

With that, Jeeves elaborated about everything in detail, about how his ancestors scoured every inch of this place in search of treasure but still could not find anything.

Even if someone did take the treasures away, there should still have been signs- that was why they were convinced that some sort of mystery was at work here.

"Have you heard of the supreme gourd?"

"That's a mythical treasure-everyone would have heard of it. Are you making fun of me, old timer? I've read about the monkey myself!"

Jeeves' expression was dead serious. "Well, in all likelihood, they used a tool like the gourd to hide all the treasures."

Frank nodded. "Strictly speaking, that's not what the gourd does... You're talking about storage rings or dimensional pockets that modern novels use."

spooked. "Just think about it -is

People have

who invented the gimmick lived in Huxlem, which is dozens of miles away from

to his descendants, he wrote a poem before his death. It's actually a riddle, and anyone who deciphers it would find his

asked,

soon as Jeeves recited the first line, Frank held up

was looking forward to it—even if

better by

he be so brazen that he would plagiarize one of the most iconic

in wry amusement. "Well, just like

we can't find anything- the riddle

was it? I'll head over right now-just wait for

nodded but was not really pinning his

centuries, and no one had uncovered the secret yet, so what reason was there for Frank to be the one who could do

to a quiet corner, he called Sylvie Wal

really need me? I mean,

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