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"I just hope Macadamia isn’t a dead end"

His dad reached over and patted Tick on the leg "No, we’ll find sohost that sent that letter, now could it?"

"Judging by what I’ve seen lately? Maybe"

"Good point"

Tick studied the hborhood up there to the right"

Edgar flipped on the blinker as he slowed the car

A mile or so behind, Frazier Gunn pulled off the road and stopped, not wanting to take any chances of being spotted He’d wait an hour or so, then find hi space where he could watch the house The boy and his father would probably spend the night, saving their planned expedition to Macadamia for tomorrow

Frazier wanted to see what they discovered there before he put his plan into action Every little bit of inforht help Mistress Jane’s cause, and Frazierhe could When the two adventurers drove back to Anchorage after their investigation, he’d iry to get to work

He grinned at the thought

Tick and his dad stood in front of the door to Aunt Mabel’s ho there for two or three decades--its every surface covered in dust The house itself was a cold and weary pile of white bricks, but the warh colorful curtains in the s made it seeginbottoms moved to push the doorbell just yet

"Well, here we are," Dad said A thick layer of snow and ice covered the yard around theid wasteland that hadn’t seen the full sun in years

"Here we are," Tick repeated, gripping his suitcase