“Wait! Someone’s coming,” Elise whispers.
They both freeze. Afraid to breathe out, they listen as footsteps cross the marble floor, reach the plush carpeting near their hiding place, and grow silent.
“We’re going to find ’em, Mr. Tracy.”
Oh, no! Jameson! With thumping hearts, the two girls listen as the trapdoor opens and shuts.
“I swear, I can smell ’em, boss.”
“You’d better find them, Jameson. Letting two kids make fools of us!”
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