An Unlikely Treasure 2. An Unlikely TreasureGetting the box down from the attic proved tricky. It wasn’t so much heavy as awkward in shape. Ross lowered himself first through the ceiling hatch, feeling for the top of the ladder with his foot.“Good. Now get your balance,” said Pat.He climbed down a couple of rungs and steadied himself before reaching back up for the box. But the ladder began to wobble.“Is this a good idea?” he asked.Pat frowned.“Maybe not.”She pulled the box back into the attic.“Go on down,” she said. “We’ll try something else.”Ross climbed to the bottom. He could hear thumps and bumps as Pat rummaged above. After a while she called down, “Move the ladder.”“What?”“Move it aside.”Ross did as he was told and a minute later the box appeared again in the hatchway bound in a rope sling that Pat had improvised from some washing line. It spun slowly down from the ceiling into Ross’s arms. “Got it!” he shouted.“Excellent,”
