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."

You're talking about storage rings or dimensional pockets that modern

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

not impossible. People have

up. "I'll be frank-that's exactly what our ancestors said, as they insisted it really exists. See, the maestro who invented

death. It's actually a riddle, and anyone who deciphers it

quickly asked, "What

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

it—even if that maestro had to plagiarize, he could do better

that he would plagiarize

"Well, just like the rest of

also why we can't

nodded. "Huxlem, was it? I'll head over right

was not really pinning his hopes