“There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.”
Great-grandfather’s treasure map. It did exist!
Josh and Jordan marveled at their luck. They’d ransacked every shelf in the dry as death private library. Grab a book, shake it, slit the binding, cut out the pages. Toss. Move on to the next.
They found the book about 1/2 way through.
“The Royal Path: royal, alright, we’ll be living like kings.”
Everyone in the family knew the story. Crazy, paranoid, miserly great-grandfather had hidden his fortune rather than let his family have any of it. Made a map, stuck it in a book and . . .
Finally the J twins had figured out where the book might be, and waiting for a long weekend, broke into the heritage home and and started their search.
Now they gently extracted and unfolded the paper:
“My fortune, my good luck, getting rid of the money while I could.”
Josh and Jordan fling the book onto the heap. “Stupid old man.”
What they failed to see was another paper carefully slipped into the book’s cover: a letter from Shakespeare to Marlowe.