“I know.” Her forehead wrinkled with worry. “There’s something else funny, Lars. I can’t find that cup and ball I returned to Aunt Cass when we moved here. She must have hidden it in that dratted hidey-hole along with her valuable papers.”
“Valuable papers!” I suddenly remembered something Geordie had said. “Spices and gunpowder and valuable papers! That’s it!” I exclaimed. Hurrying over to the fireplace, I ran my fingers over the woodwork above the mantel. “Got to be here somewhere,” I said, tapping the carving hopefully. “There’s a secret door. Come on, Mom, help me find the spring to open it!”
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