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time we get to Lester on his wagon at the town round, yelling “Soup for the hungry!” we’re yawning.
    But here comes pay dirt, as Pop would say. Chapter six : “Lester’s Treasure.”
    But no, not yet. This is about Soup Bone, Lester’s dog, who ran off with the pirates. It’s about Lester crying, as Mabel, his wife, pats his back.
    Zack reads aloud:
    â€œWe won’t live forever, Mabel,” Lester said. “If Soup Bone comes back, will he remember how much we cared for him?”
    Sheesh.
    Mabel tapped her fingers on her forehead. “Josephina.”
    â€œOur granddaughter with the huge ears?”
    Mabel smiled. “Just like Soup Bone’s. She loves that dog. We’ll leave her clues. If Soup Bone comes back, they can enjoy the treasure together.”
    Lester nodded. “If not, she can keep it for herself.”
    Zack puts on a sad face. “Too bad Soup Bone never came back. And Josephina with the ears must be dead for sixty years.”
    I grin. “Right.”
    And here’s something else. In pencil, scribbled in the margin, is a note: Read
The Fascinating History of Newfield
, for the poem.
    Zack and I stare at each other. Poem?
    We have to find that book.
    Right away.

Chapter 5
    We head for the front desk. “We’re looking for a book,” Zack tells Mrs. Wu.
    She takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes. “That’s a surprise.”
    Zack barrels on. “It’s called
The Fascinating History of Newfield
.”
    Mrs. Wu blinks. “Really?”
    But then she stops to think. “Wait. Maybe it’s coming to me.”
    We cross our fingers. Let it come, I think.
    She shakes her head. “Sarah Yulefski, dear Sarah, was in and out a dozen times this weekend, reading books on Newfield.”
    Dear Sarah. Sheesh.
    â€œBut wait,” Mrs. Wu goes on. “The book Sarah wanted . . . the book you want . . . was checked out.” She frowns. “Who was it? The other day? Someone on the way to Dr. Diglio’s office. Or maybe it was Dr. Diglio himself.”
    Dr. Diglio. With the ton of money he’s gotten for the town’s teeth. Now he’s holding up our search for the big bucks!
    Mrs. Wu taps her pencil on the desk. “Sarah left ten minutes ago,” she says, chewing on the stem of her eyeglasses. “She’s on her way to Dr. Diglio’s office right now.”
    â€œOn a Sunday?” Zack asks.
    â€œSarah told me he’s opening just for her. Everyone loves Sarah.”
    Sure.
    We pick up our feet and rush over there.
    Two minutes later, we’re under the creaking tooth at Diglio’s dental chamber of horrors.
    We stop for a quick look in Dr. Diglio’s window. It’s closed and locked, probably so his patients won’t change their minds and jump out.
    There he is, four or five hairs pasted over his baldy head.
    He’s whistling a song from the eighteen hundreds in his too-tight white coat. He’s never listened to the word
diet
in his life. It’s a wonder he has any teeth.
    Yulefski sits in his seat of torture, but even now she doesn’t stop talking.
    We sidle down to the next window, Dr. Diglio’s waiting room. That window isn’t locked; the rickety screen will come out with the push of a finger.
    We could actually do Mrs. Wu a favor. Take a quick look around under Diglio’s couch and behind his antiqueblack-and-white TV. And what about that closet with his knives, his buzzing drills, his skinny pickers?
    Zack reads my mind. His fingers begin working into a couple of holes in the screen. He wiggles it back and forth like a loose tooth that’s on its way out.
    I stand guard, dashing from window to window, watching Yulefski getting fitted for rainbow braces.
    Can you just see that smile? I ask myself. It’ll match the crunched-up Life Savers she’s not supposed to chew.
    I hear a minor crash.
    Diglio jumps.
    So