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."

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

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

"It's not impossible. People have

maestro who invented the gimmick lived in Huxlem, which is dozens

wrote a poem before his death. It's

asked,

soon as Jeeves recited the first line, Frank held up a hand to stop

he was looking forward to it—even if that maestro had to plagiarize,

he would plagiarize one of the most iconic poems

and smiled in wry amusement. "Well, just like the rest of

help it, but that really was the riddle. It's also why we can't find anything- the riddle is just so common that we can't decipher

head over

but was not really pinning