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The muttered reply was incomprehensible.

'Don't be too hard on Uncle.'

Liz Beck appeared in the doorway of the 'room' which she had allocated herself. 'He's not a bad old
stick really.'

'I suppose not,' Gavin eyed her appraisingly, noting her petite body with its curves in just the right places.
Perfect features, long raven-black hair. He sighed. They had only known each other a few hours since
they had set out from London and already his mind was spinning; he wondered if she was a virgin and
then forced himself to think of other things. It wasn't any of his bloody business whether she was or not

'Give us a hand to unpack these few last things,' he said. 'A woman's always that much better at arranging
a house than a man.'

'You think we're crazy coming here to look for a treasure which was lost seven hundred years ago and
everybody's been looking for since, don't you?' he asked as they worked.

'Don't you!' she countered.

Tm being paid for it.' He tried to appear mercenary In an attempt to disguise his true feelings. 'Besides it's
a break from the routine of the Museum. It gets pretty deadly there at times.'

'Same goes for me. Besides, Uncle Jack really is a bit of a daydream. He needs somebody around to
keep reminding him that he's still living in the twentieth century.'

They worked in silence. Eventually she lit the primus-stove and placed a kettle of water on it.

'I suppose I'd better think about preparing some tea,' she said. 'No doubt Uncle will prefer to eat in his
own little den. He never does like company at meal-times.'

Gavin Royle was relieved at this prospect but refrained 7

from saying so. The more time he had Liz to himself the better he would like it.

They washed up in silence. Apart from the clinking of crockery the only other sound was the constant
scraping of matches on emery paper as Professor Lawson lit and relit his massive blackened briar pipe.

'It'll be light for another hour yet,' Gavin commented as he dried the last of the plates. 'What say we go
for a stroll along the sea-wall? It's a nice evening. Too good to waste sitting in here.'
'Fine.' She smiled with enthusiasm. "There's no point in telling Uncle. He won't miss us anyway.'

The air was fresh and clean, spiced with the smell of the sea. For some time they walked in silence. High
above them small skeins of wild geese honked as they headed back to their roosting grounds on the
distant mud-flats.

'Do you really think there's any chance of ever finding this treasure?' Gavin shook his head.

'Who knows?' The Wash is an awfully big area. Half of it you can't get at anyway, shifting mud and tides