Now, both Austin and I stare at the floor, unsure of what to do. The servants and Mr. Hawksley stand wordlessly, looking us up and down. Finally, the old man speaks. “You want to see the treasure? Come with me.” My head darts up. Is it really that easy? Is he about to hand us the information we’ve been seeking this whole time? He smiles like he’s part of an inside joke. “You’re welcome to take it if you can.”