“Quod erat demonstrandum!” smiled Jannet senior. “Isn’t that strange? We must have Pieter up here to show us how that is managed.”
“I think now that a piece of wood just shoots in over whatever is there,” said Jannet, “instead of letting them down.” Jannet was examining the drawer again. “See, the drawer is much more shallow when what you put in isn’t there!”
Jannet senior laughed at Jannet junior’s explanation. “You are like your father, Jannet, to want to find it all out yourself. To think of their having been there all these years!”
“I called them ‘Phantom Treasure,’” said Jannet, taking up a white and gleaming strand.
“Like you, they were waiting for me. These are not the greatest treasure I have recovered, my darling child!”
“Well, Mother, it took three ‘ghosts,’ and one angel that descended by the secret stairs, to bring my treasure to me. Let me give you another big hug, to make sure that you are real!”
THE END