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Sam looked around, then trotted over the open-hearth fireplace, grabbed a steel poker froh the poker’s end was slightly spatula-shaped, it was still wider than the gaps between the stones so it took a precious ten ether they could pull it free Remi reached her hand into the alcove

“Hollow spot around the footer,” sheon”

She lay down on the floor and wriggled her arm into the hole until she was elbow deep She stopped Her eyes ide “Wood”

“The footer?”

“No, I don’t think so Pull me out”

Gently Saed her away froed fro wooden box Hand clenched like an eagle’s talon, her fingernails were sunk an eighth of an inch into the lid

Silently they stared at the box for a long ten seconds

Then Remi smiled “You owe me a manicure”

Sam smiled back “Done”

The heft of the box told the in its bed of straw and enveloped in its oilskin wrappings was another bottle from Napoleon’s Lost Cellar

Sam closed the lid and said, “I don’t know about you but I think I’ve had enough sightseeing for one day”

“I’m with you”

Sam stuffed the box into his rucksack and they stepped outside into the clearing This far from the boathouse they wouldn’t have been able to hear the sound of a returning speedboat, so theyfrequently to hide and watch until finally they were back at the chapel

“Aled herself Saorously on her back “We’ll be drinking warm brandy in no time”

“Now you’re singing ,” she replied