Wilma Tenderfoot: The Case Of The Fatal Phantom - Plot & Excerpts
The following morning the skies were black, snow squalls were whipping across the Blackheart estate, and drifts were deepening. Tarquin, who was yet to tell anyone of the predicament he was in, was standing at the window of the upstairs sitting room and staring out. Where was he going to find nearly twenty thousand grogs? And how was he going to explain this to his father? Maybe, if he could get his hands on the hidden treasure first, then all his problems would be solved. Barbu D’Anvers had certainly seemed to like that idea. But how could he do that? “Tarquin,” said Belinda, who was resting on a chaise longue by the fire, “please pass me the lemon water. I am experiencing a severe mental strain.” “Get it yourself,” he grumbled back at her, “or call Portious.” Belinda sat upright and fixed her brother with a shocked stare. “What’s the matter with you this morning? Your mood is frightful.” “None of your business,” he snapped back. “I have things on my mind.”
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