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“There he  is!” A voice cried from below.

            “Throw down  your  money,  old man, so I won’t have to  bash  your  head in!”

            “Lemon  Brown  didn’t  move.  Greg  felt  himself  near  panic.  The  steps  came  closer,  and
            still Lemon Brown didn’t move. He was an eerie sight, a bundle of rags standing at the
            top  of  the  stairs,  his  shadow  on  the  wall  looming  over  him.  Maybe,  the  thought  came

            to  Greg,”  the  scene could be  even eerier.
            Greg wet that his lips, put his hands to his mouth and tried to make a sound. Nothing

            came out. He swallowed hard, wet his lips once more and howled as evenly as he could.

            “What’s that?”

            As  Greg  howled,  the  light  moved  away  from  Lemon  Brown,  but  not  before  Greg  saw
            him hurl his body down the stairs at the men who had come to take his treasure. There
            was a crashing noise, and then footsteps. A rush of warm air came in as the downstairs
            door opened, then  there  was only  an  ominous silence.

            Greg  stood  on  the  landing.  He  listened,  and  after  a  while  there  was  another  sound  on
            the  staircase.

            “Mr. Brown?” he  called.

            “Yeah,  it’s me,” came  the  answer. “I got  their  flashlight.”

            Greg  exhaled in  relief  as Lemon Brown made his way  slowly back  up  the  stairs.

            “You OK?”

            “Few  bumps and bruises,” Lemon Brown said.

            “I  think  I’d  better  be  going,”  Greg  said,  his  breath  returning  to  normal.  “You’d  better
            leave, too, before  they come back.”

            “They  may  hang  around  for  a  while,”  Lemon  Brown  said,  “but  they  ain’t  getting  their
            nerve up to come in here again. Not with crazy rag men and howling spooks. Best you

            stay a while till the coast is clear. I’m heading out west tomorrow, out to East St. Louis.”
            “They were talking about treasures,” Greg said. “You really

            have  a  treasure?”
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            “What I tell you? Didn’t I tell you every man got a treasure?”           What y
            Lemon Brown  said. “You  want  to  see mine?”

            “If you  want  to  show it  to  me,” Greg  shrugged.

            “Let’s  look  out  the  window  first,  see  what  them  scoundrels
            be  doing,” Lemon Brown said.

            They followed the oval beam of the flashlight into one of the rooms and looked out the



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