Peter chuckled. “Maybe he didn’t have any right to take it, Penny, but in my opinion it was put where it was so that no boy could resist the temptation.”
Penny thought for a minute. Again she read the blurred words, more carefully this time.
We’ll meet a
the las
and look for the tre
I’m sure it’s buried
old shed nea
has long run
Then she pulled out of her desk drawer the fragment Marjorie had found in the green bottle. The two pieces fit together as perfectly as a jigsaw puzzle. Now they could all read the complete page:
We’ll meet at the Log cabin
the last week in August
and look for the treasure again.
I’m sure it’s buried near the
old shed near a well that
has long run dry.
“Oh, oh,” Jimmy moaned. “That means more digging. I guess we didn’t dig deep enough.”
“But what about the map?” Marjorie demanded. “It showed that treasure was buried behind the Donahues’ cabin.”
“None of it makes any sense,” Peter said calmly. “And you kids may as well accept the fact right now that the map and the two fragments aren’t clues. They’re obviously red herrings, deliberately planted to keep us busy looking for buried treasure.”