Bermuda“How the hell did they find their way here?” groaned Guy looking across at the ungainly sight of his Uncle and Beatrice on the waterline. They had spotted Hidalgo and were making their way down to the boatshed. “Don't know, but I've just had an idea how to find out what eventually happened to Vincent and Veronique. I can trace them through the records office and data files we have in Chicago! Keep the relatives busy whilst I have a look.” Rose sped off below deck, clearly excited. “Why didn't you tell us you were coming here?” shouted Blackie fifteen minutes later as Guy rowed them across to the Hidalgo in his inflatable.
“I've had enough of the old bat,” he whispered loudly, pointing to Beatrice. “She's trying to domesticate me.”
“That will be good for you! Anyway, this treasure
