The Three Gables: X Marks the Slot
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sherlock60Title: The Three Gables: X Marks the Slot
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: “…nowadays they do it in the Post-Office bank.”
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“Name?”
The plain middle-aged woman, dressed like the most priggish of school matrons, adjusted her spectacles. “Helena. Helena Flint. Grandpappa would call me Nellie. Most uncouth.”
The pop-eyed teller lugged over the safe-deposit box, dropped with a loud thump on the counter.
Doubloons, jewelry, coral, gold earrings, ruby-eyed skull medallions.
Helena smiled. “Grandpappa knew how to bury HIS treasure correctly.”
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: “…nowadays they do it in the Post-Office bank.”
***
“Name?”
The plain middle-aged woman, dressed like the most priggish of school matrons, adjusted her spectacles. “Helena. Helena Flint. Grandpappa would call me Nellie. Most uncouth.”
The pop-eyed teller lugged over the safe-deposit box, dropped with a loud thump on the counter.
Doubloons, jewelry, coral, gold earrings, ruby-eyed skull medallions.
Helena smiled. “Grandpappa knew how to bury HIS treasure correctly.”
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Date: 2017-07-02 06:09 pm (UTC)