“Come on, boys,” he said grimly, heading for the cabin. “We’ll find out about this!”
Chapter 3
THE TREASURE MAP
At the doorway of Old Stony’s cabin, Mr. Livingston and the Scouts halted. Inside, crouching on the floor, a man was riffling through a box of papers, evidently pulled from beneath the bed.
It was Jarrett Walz.
Mr. Livingston coughed. At once the motel owner whirled around. Caught by surprise, he lost his balance and collapsed awkwardly on the floor.
“Oh, back already?” he asked.
“We didn’t expect to find you here,” Mr. Livingston said pointedly.
Mr. Walz got to his feet. He shoved the box of papers back under the bed and said, “I was just looking through some of poor Old Stony’s junk.”
“So we noticed,” the Scout leader answered dryly. “Find what you were after?”
Walz gave him a quick, suspicious look. He said evenly, “I was trying to find the names of any relatives Old Stony may have.”