I passed the statue of Captain Reading, pausing to look up at the attempt Olivia had made to make the old scoundrel and liar look impressively heroic and saluted his grim visage. I couldn't help the soft inner sigh of regret and disappointment over the treasure, but it was satisfying to know that mystery was solved, once and for all.

And not just that one. Warmed a girl's busybody heart, it did, having the answers I needed to sleep at night.

I set out again, Petunia ...