“My,” Penny said admiringly. “You are a detective, Peter.”
Peter grinned, and then sobered. “Not really, Penny. And I wish you’d let me notify the police now. Someone is obviously very interested in making you Allens clear out of here. I don’t know why, but I can guess.”
“So can I,” Penny said, twirling a strand of her light brown hair around her finger. “Maybe Jimmy and Marjorie are right after all. Maybe there is buried treasure around here.”
Peter stared down at the note on the desk. They had managed to make out the following words:
t the Log cabin
t week in August
asure again
near the
r a well that
dry.