At the back of the hotel there were a number of hay bundles, and as the group watched, Ichabod began digging through them; pushing them aside to expose the wall behind.
"What on earth are you doing?" Mr White scoffed. "Hunting for a needle?"
"Actually," Ichabod replied, feeling his fingers press against cold metal, "I'm hunting for treasure."
With a gentle pull he recovered a silver goblet from the depths of the hay stack.
"My silver," Mr White gasped, pushing passed the others and snatching it from Ichabod. "It's all here," he confirmed, "hidden behind the hay; my missing money as well!"
"Oh Ichabod, how ever did you know?" Katrina smiled, her eyes dancing with adoring pride.
"Come," Ichabod said, heading back into the hotel, "I rather suspect the answer is the attic."