Christine put the ancient key in the old, rusty lock, as her cousins and the old lady from the town hall stood around her. At first, the key did not want to turn, and they all wondered if the centuries, along with corrosion and rust and dust and who knew what else, were conspiring to keep them from entering the Wainwright family tomb. They all kind of wished that were true… as much as they wanted to find the statue (which may be the treasure), there were plenty of things that could be in that tomb that they didn’t want to find. It was a real coin toss on their actual desire to go in there, but they promised each other, and their grandmother, to see this through. They had to at least try and give it a genuine try, not a half-hearted one... Read More