There is a hidden treasure in the grand old mansion on Piccadilly Street, in a place called London, but not the real London of English fame. There’s also a lot of mystery and a murder that’s been unsolved for decades. But it’s the treasure that captures Mary’s interest.
Why the intrigue? Apparently there’s a little bit of magic connected to this treasure. And so the adventure begins. Who will find the treasure first?
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A large dollhouse sat in one corner. This was definitely a young girl’s room. And who should stumble out of the front door of the elaborate dollhouse than Brunny himself.
He spread his arms wide and grinned broadly. “We’re home, lassie. We’re finally home.”
Mary crouched down in front of the dollhouse. “Is all well? What about Pelly’s son?”
“A little disgruntled, but they’re still in the happy reunion stage, so only time will tell. What about you, lassie?”
“You’re sounding very Scottish all of a sudden.” Mary chuckled.
“Well I am Scottish, aren’t I?” Brunny stood up a little straighter. “I’ll have to find my kilt and pipes and then I’ll show you.”
“You play the bagpipes?” This was definitely amusing. “I didn’t know they made them that small.”
Brunny just harrumphed and marched into the house, leaving behind a trail of dust bunnies to accentuate his disgruntled feelings. Mary continued to chuckle softly.