The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

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."

that's not what the gourd does... You're talking about storage rings

the problem." Jeeves sighed, appearing spooked. "Just think about it -is such strange stuff possible

not impossible. People have simply yet to

what our ancestors said, as they insisted it really exists. See, the maestro who invented the gimmick lived in Huxlem, which is dozens of miles away from here, and we don't know where his

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

quickly asked,

the first line, Frank held up

it—even if that maestro had to plagiarize, he could do better by plagiarizing some unknown

so brazen that he would plagiarize one

Jeeves seemingly read Frank's mind and smiled in wry amusement. "Well, just like the rest

why we can't find

I'll head over right now-just

smiled and nodded but was not really pinning his hopes