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“Do what?” asked Grant. “I mean I think he hoped to keep you out of his hair while he stole those valuable artifacts…but then he also used you kids to help do his dirty work mailing the packages so he wouldn’t be seen doing it himself.” “It was a pretty nifty scam,” Joe admitted. “He had too much knowledge and too much access and too few scruples. I just found out this morning that Bill wanted my job. He was trying to set me up. Selling black market historical artifacts has tempted people way back to the pyramids in Ancient Egypt. Also, you can get a lot of money for artifacts from collectors who turn a blind eye to where the treasures come from. So, Bill was trying to get my job AND get a lot of money for the artifacts.” “But all that kind of stuff belongs to us, doesn’t it?” asked Christina. “I mean it’s our history.” “That’s the way I feel,” said Joe. “Finding all these skeletal remains is helping us complete the history of America’s birth 400 years ago. It’s like a big puzzle, and it doesn’t help if someone steals or destroys the pieces!” “Good thing about Captain John Smith coming along just in the nick of time,” said Courtney. “He said all the stolen bones had been recovered either in 141

that box, buried in the forest, or being held in the post office box in Richmond.” “Yes,” said Joe, taking a big swig of tea, “I have two things to thank you kids for—keeping me out of jail and finding the bones before they disappeared forever.” “And don’t forget to thank Clue!” said Grant. “He’s gonna be a great bloodhound and tracker. Mimi, I’ll bet he can help you in all our mysteries.” Mimi rared back. “OUR mysteries? OUR mysteries?!” Then she laughed. “I guess they are all our mysteries now,” she said. “I’m counting on you, too, Clue,” she said to the squirming puppy. “Hmm, I wonder if dog food is tax deductible?” Everyone laughed, then grew quiet at the thought of part of America’s precious history vanishing for all time. As the sun began to set on the James River, they looked out at the water where those colonists had first seen their new home. “I just have to ask one more question,” said Grant with a blush. When everyone looked at him, he said, “You know that Captain John Smith policeman? Well, he’s not the same dude who sailed that ship over here 400 years…” 142

that box, buried in the forest, or being held in the<br />

post office box in Richmond.”<br />

“Yes,” said Joe, taking a big swig of tea, “I<br />

have two things to thank you kids for—keeping me<br />

out of jail and finding the bones before they<br />

disappeared forever.”<br />

“And don’t forget to thank Clue!” said Grant.<br />

“He’s gonna be a great bloodhound and tracker.<br />

Mimi, I’ll bet he can help you in all our mysteries.”<br />

Mimi rared back. “OUR mysteries? OUR<br />

mysteries?!” Then she laughed. “I guess they are<br />

all our mysteries now,” she said. “I’m counting on<br />

you, too, Clue,” she said to the squirming puppy.<br />

“Hmm, I wonder if dog food is tax deductible?”<br />

Everyone laughed, then grew quiet at the<br />

thought of part of America’s precious history<br />

vanishing for all time. As the sun began to set on<br />

the James River, they looked out at the water where<br />

those colonists had first seen their new home.<br />

“I just have to ask one more question,” said<br />

Grant with a blush. When everyone looked at him,<br />

he said, “You know that Captain John Smith<br />

policeman? Well, he’s not the same dude who sailed<br />

that ship over here 400 years…”<br />

142

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