Lottie gulped.
“And the hoard is the gold they looted from
the Romans
?
” she deduced. Uncle Bert nodded
and pressed onward.
“Ooo
,
this is a strange one,” he said as they
came upon a heavy wooden door ahead of
them. Uncle Bert tried the handle, but it was
locked. He pressed his shoulder to the door
and pushed with all his might, but even his
bulky frame couldn’t shift it.
“Ah well, we tried. Back to the museum for
a cup of tea
?
” he said, attempting to push past
Lottie. She stopped him with a glare.
“Uncle Bert, I came for treasure and I’m not
leaving without it!” She squeezed past him to
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