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»So?« Nigel has drawn his chair next to Claude Sideburns' chair. »You are no archaeology professor, are you?«

Sideburns whimpers, »But I always wanted to be an archaelogist. I have watched all three Indiana Jones movies at least three times.«

»All three?« the llama wants to know. »Aren't there four Indiana Jones movies and soon a fifths to come to the cinemas.«

»There are only three that count«, Sideburns sobs his white fuzzy hair swaying with every movement of his head. »And we will see if the next one counts after we have watched it.«

»So, who do you call a person who pretends to be something or someone he or she is not?« Nigel asks. »An imposter?«

We all look at each others and around in the library, shrugging.

»Is Brompton Castle even your home?« Kylie wants to know. »Or did you rent it or something to impress us?«

Here Hildegard, the cook and housekeeper intervenes.

»Master Claude inherited Brompton Castle from his mother Claudine who herself inherited it from the late-late Lord Brompton, her noble employer whom she worked for as a housemaid. And so she kind of inherited myself and good old Gilbert here, too.«

Claude Sideburns nods in agreement snorting loudly into a slighty dirty handkerchief.

»But if archaeology is not his field of expertise«, Kylie wonders aloud, »what made me the archaeologist's assistant?«

»And me the archaeologist's assistant's assistan?« Nigel mumbles.

»And what does this make of our treasure hunt?« the llama asks.

And suddenly everyone in the library is staring at me.

And again, I do not have the slightest clue.

Meanwhile a cross-eyed sheep is gazing inside through a dusty window pane.

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Today is Friday, the 27th of January 2023.

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