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."

that's the problem." Jeeves sighed, appearing spooked. "Just think about it

have simply yet to

they insisted it really exists. See, the maestro who

his descendants, he wrote a poem before his death. It's actually a

quickly asked,

recited the first line, Frank held up a hand to

forward to it—even if that maestro

could do better by plagiarizing some

so brazen that he would

in wry amusement. "Well, just like the rest of you-we weremystified when our

that really was the riddle. It's also why we can't find anything- the riddle is just so

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

and nodded but was not really pinning his hopes

one had uncovered the secret yet, so what reason was there for Frank to be the

corner, he called Sylvie

me? I mean, you

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