Jem froze around the corner upon hearing of the map. She could feel the pointy edges of the folded paper against her chest from inside the pocket. All this... this fighting and arguing, if not about her and Christof, was about a silly map? What could possibly be so important, or so valuable on an old, dusty map? She stole a peek around the corner to make sure that Unwin wasn't coming up the stairs, and pulled the map out when she seen that the coast was reasonably clear. It was printed on a heavier canvas than most types of ordinary letters, and although it was old and well worn, it was in reasonably good shape and readable. The lines and symbols meant nothing to her, as they hadn't to Fleta or Glenn, but she was about to recognize that it would some kind of treasure map...