Sister Theresa had written a liberal translation between the almost faded lines of her dead brother’s letter.
“Dear Little Bodil—
“In my heart I feel you are alive. I have hunted all over Arizona, New Mexico and across the border. No one has heard of you. I can’t search any longer.
“Before I die I want to tell you where my gold is. Silas Harvey will tell you where my rock house is. Secret entrance—”
Jerry paused and looked in dismay at the interested listeners.
“What’s up?” Dick asked.
“The old writing was so faded Sister Theresa couldn’t make it out.”
“How terrible!” Dora cried. “How to get into the rock house is the very thing we need to know.”
“Well, at least we know there is a secret entrance,” Mary told them. “Isn’t there any more of the translation, Jerry?”
The cowboy had turned a page. He nodded. “Yes, here’s something but I reckon it won’t help much. There are only a few words.” He read, “Find money—walled in—turquoise eye.” Jerry looked from one to the other and said, “That’s all. Doesn’t help out much, does it?”
Mary took the letter. “Here’s a note at the bottom. Sister Theresa wrote, ‘I am sorry I could not make out the entire message. I do hope this much will aid you in finding the money if it has not been stolen.’”
“Well,” Dick was looking along the base of the almost perpendicular cliff on which the rock house stood, “I vote we start in hunting for a secret entrance.”