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‘I suppose so But why?’

‘Find theain Gather our array We have work to do It’s time’

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

A huge questionover the tent entryway The tent had been erected on one side of the lakefront grounds, and the entrance gave way into the darkness of a haphazardly constructed plywood lean-to museum Inside was a series of platforicians, no people Soht, this mystery tent had appeared, as if it had pitched itself

Across town, Quartermain smiled

That ned handwritten note in his desk Its e block letters: ‘THE MYSTERY OF LIFE EXPLAINED??? AT THE LAKEFRONT LIMITED TIME ONLY’ Doug passed the note a his friends, and as soon as school let out for the day, the boys had rushed down here, as fast as their feet could carry the was incredibly disappointed Migawd, no bones, no dinosaurs, no ht-dark canvas and flat platforlas peered Charlie squinted Will, Bo, and Tom came last into the smell of old wood and tar-paper There wasn’t even a curator with a tall hat and baton to guide the There was only—

On top of a series of sallon jars filled to the brilass lid, and each lid had a red number on it – twelve in all – each number, painted in a shaky hand And inside each of the jars … e question mark outside

‘Heck,’ uys’

And Bo turned, pushed the tent flap aside, and left

‘Wait,’ said Douglas, but Bo was already gone ‘Tom, Charlie, Will, you won’t leave, will you? You’ll o’

‘But there’s nothing here, just some old jars’

‘Wait,’ said Doug ‘It’s more than just jars What’s in the jars? C’mon Let’s look closer’

They edged up to the platfor into the jars, one after another There were no labels to tell thelass and liquid and a soft light that seeer, sweaty faces

‘What is that stuff in there?’ asked Tom