The Mystery of the Silver Bell
I shouldn’t tell you this story, lest you become hopelessly lured by haunted treasures. Many fools have succumbed to the temptation of searching for the elusive silver bell, though none have succeeded. How do I know?
Because I am one of the sorry fools.
Should your curiosity get the best of you, be aware that I’ve changed names and places so that you cannot find the silver treasure — for your own protection, of course. However, I have included verifiable details so that you will know my story is true.
Edgar was a young college graduate when he moved back to his hometown of Palmer. Armed with a public accounting certification, he rented office space across from the courthouse and began the arduous task of building a clientele. Old Judge Spencer had advised and befriended Edgar, and they were soon taking early morning walks together. It was on one of those daybreak strolls that the judge divulged a long-held secret.
In the early days of Mason Spencer’s career in Palmer, long before being elected parish judge, he had a law practice near the courthouse square. Back then, the country folk would come to town and hang around the courthouse for entertainment, awaiting trials, or to catch up on the news.
