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later, he walked into the kitchen with sixteen eggs.
    “Ah, enough for pancakes,” Mario said. “You feel like being my assistant? Grab that apron off the hook.”
    “Awesome!” Dink said, tying a large white apron around his waist. It reached to the tops of his sneakers.
    They worked together for a while, then Mario thanked Dink and sent him back to Moose Cabin.
    “I appreciate your help,” the cook said. “You’ll make a great chef someday!”
    Dink smiled and headed back toward the cabins. The sun was glinting through the trees now, turning the dewy lawn into a blanket of tiny diamonds.
    The guys in Moose Cabin were tumbling out of bed, searching for something to wear. Dink grabbed his toothbrush and headed for the washhouse.
    Josh was already there, and Dink told him what he’d been doing.
    “You got to make pancakes?” Josh said with toothpaste foam on his lips. “And you let me sleep?”
    “All I did was crack eggs and throw stuff in a big bowl,” Dink said. Then he grinned. “Mario did say he thought that I’d make an excellent chef!”
    Josh shook his head. “I’ll bet there’ll be eggshells in all the pancakes,” he said.
    “Nope,” Dink said, turning on the water. “Just in yours.”
    At eight o’clock, everyone was sitting at the picnic tables. Dink and Josh waved at Ruth Rose, and she joined them at their table.
    “I snuck back in the lodge this morning,” Dink whispered. “The ring was still there. I hope she finds it.”

    “Who’s that guy?” asked Josh, pointing toward a man talking with Buzzy.
    The man had sleek gray hair. He was thin, had a pointy nose, and was dressed in a gray tracksuit. He reminded Dink of a greyhound dog. His small black eyes seemed to take in everything.
    The man sat down at another table, and Buzzy walked into the kitchen. He and the other counselors brought outplatters of pancakes, jugs of syrup, and pitchers of orange juice.
    “Guys, I just thought of something,” Ruth Rose said. “I want to find out if Mademoiselle Musée found her ring yet. Want to come and see her with me?”
    “When?” Josh asked.
    “Now, right after we eat,” Ruth Rose said. “It’ll just take a minute.”
    After a few minutes, Luke blew his whistle. “Good morning, everyone!” he said. “I hope you all slept well. How about a big cheer for Mario’s fabulous flapjacks!”
    Everyone clapped and whistled.
    “And this gentleman is Detective Robb,” Luke went on. “He’s going to be your teacher this week. You’ll learn all about fingerprinting and other cool stuff. Mademoiselle Musée has agreed to teach you about forgery. It’s gonna be a great week!”
    The man in gray stood up and nodded his head. “Morning, kids,” he said. “Don’t let me interrupt your breakfast. Dig in!”
    “One more thing,” Angie called out. “Everyone come back here right after chores. You’ll get your map clues and you can start to hunt for the treasure!”
    Everyone cheered, then started to eat.
    Dink, Josh, and Ruth Rose finished first, then got up and headed for the kitchen.
    “How were those flapjacks?” Mario asked, winking at Dink.
    “The best I ever ate,” Josh said, “even if Dink’s hands touched the batter!”
    The kids entered the dining room. Mademoiselle Musée was standing at the table with her back to them.
    “Um, excuse me,” Ruth Rose said.
    Mademoiselle Musée turned around.
    Dink looked past her at the box of latex gloves. The ring was gone.
Good
, he thought.
    “We wondered if you found your ring,” Ruth Rose asked.
    The woman stared at the three kids. “Yes, I found it here this morning,” she said. “I—I must have forgotten where I put it.”
    “Great!” Ruth Rose said. “You said you might show us how you clean paintings, so we …”
    “Yes,” the woman said. “Come closer, but please touch nothing.” The kids gathered around her.
    The painting was still there. Dink could see a barn, children playing in the snow, and the yellow house