The Indian Burial Ground Mystery (13 page)

“I guess you’re right,” Charles agreed. “I came here looking for
treasure, and I found the Bob-Whites, instead. Now that’s a treasure!”

“And we’ll keep on looking for the gold, if you like,” Honey added. “If
we find it, we’ll give it all to you.”

Trixie’s eyes brightened. “We still have the map.”

“That’s nice of you,” Charles said, “but maybe you should give it to
UNICEF.
I’m sure those children
need the help a lot more than I do.”

“You know what,” Trixie said with a slightly pained expression, “I
suddenly realized what this all means.”

“Oh, no,” said Mart. “Not another mystery!”

“No, silly,” Trixie said with a smile. “It means that now we have to go
back to being full-time candy stripers.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that means no more mysteries?” Mart asked
with a sidelong glance at his sister.

“Don’t bet on it,” Brian interrupted with a laugh. He tousled Trixie’s
blonde curls. “Where there’s Trixie, there’s bound to be a mystery!”