Anderson picked up the box and hastened after her.
Having heard his name being shouted across the lawn, Neville, for fear that something terrible had happened, was rounding the corner of the house by the time Ellie and Anderson came to the top of the hill. “Neville, we need something to break the lock!”
“What?” Neville saw a panting, exhausted Eugene Anderson come up the hill, a box in his arms. “Where did you get that?”
that
“It’s Gerard’s secret box.”
“How did you find it?”
“He has been hiding things in it for years,” Ellie said with a wave. “Now, how shall we break the lock?”
“Uh…” Neville looked around him. “The tool shed is right over there; I’ll get a hammer.”
Neville went into the shed and quickly came out with the promised hammer. They positioned the box on the flagstone
