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."

the gourd does... You're talking about storage rings or dimensional pockets that modern

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

have simply yet to achieve or

lit up. "I'll be frank-that's exactly 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

a poem before his death. It's actually a riddle, and

quickly asked,

line, Frank held up a

that maestro had to plagiarize, he could do

that he would plagiarize one of the most iconic poems on

wry amusement. "Well, just like the

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

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

smiled and nodded but was not really pinning his hopes