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they certainly told Janet something,” Tim said.
    We were back at the breakfast table. The scrambled eggs were cold and congealed and looked even less appetizing than before. All the Frosties had gone soggy. But it didn’t matter. There was no way anybody was going to eat anything today. The way things were going, I wondered if any of us would ever eat anything again.
    Nobody was talking very much. I knew why. But it was Brenda who put it into words.
    “Do you realize…” she began, and for once her voice was hoarse and empty. “Do you realize that the killer could be sitting here, at this table.”
    Tim looked around. “But there’s only us here!”
    “That’s what she means, Tim,” I said. “She’s saying that the killer could be one of us!”
    Brenda nodded. “I know it’s one of us. One of us got up last night and went down the corridor.” She shuddered. “I thought I heard squeaking last night…”
    “That was Tim,” I said. “He snores.”
    “No. It was a floorboard. Somebody left their room…”
    “Did anyone else hear anything last night?” Eric asked.
    There was a pause. Then Libby nodded. “I have the room next to Mark,” she said. She turned to look at him. “I heard your door open just after midnight. I heard you go into the corridor.”
    “I went to the toilet,” Mark replied. His dark face had suddenly got darker. He didn’t like being accused.
    “You went to the toilet in the corridor?” Tim asked.
    “I went to the toilet which is across the corridor, opposite my room. I didn’t go anywhere near Janet.”
    “What about the skull?” Brenda whispered. Eric scowled. He had forgotten about the dancing skull. “I know you say it’s a dream, Eric,” she went on. “But that’s typical of you. You never believed anything I said, even when we were at school. Well, believe me now…” she took a deep breath. “Maybe it wasn’t a ghost or a monster. Maybe it was someone in a mask. But they were there! I was awake. I jumped out of bed and went over to the window but by the time I got there, seconds later, they’d gone. Vanished into thin air…”
    “It wasn’t a dream,” I said. “I saw it too.”
    “You?” Eric sneered at me.
    I nodded.
    “I didn’t see anything,” Tim said.
    “You were asleep, Tim. But it was definitely there. It came out of nowhere … like a magic trick. A rabbit out of a hat!”
    “You saw a rabbit too?” Tim asked.
    We all ignored him. “Any one of us could have climbed out onto the terrace,” Brenda said. “Any one of us could have killed Janet. And Rory. And Sylvie! How do we know that she wasn’t strangled or poisoned or something?”
    “I think she
was
poisoned,” I said.
    Everyone looked at me so I told them about the sweet wrapper and Sylvie’s love of chocolate. It was strange. Everyone in the room was ten years older than me but suddenly I was in control.
    Not for long, though. Eric Draper, the ex-head boy, raised his hands. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced. “I don’t think we should jump to conclusions. Why would any of us sitting at this table want to kill Rory or Sylvie or Janet?”
    “Mark used to go out with Sylvie,” Libby said. She was staring at him. “When she broke up with you, you told me you wanted to kill her.”
    “That was ten years ago!” Mark protested. He jerked a finger at Libby. “Anyway, what about
you
? You nearly
did
kill Rory with that bicycle pump…”
    “Yes. And what about you!” Tim pointed at Eric. “You say your name’s Eric, so why are you wearing a dressing-gown that belongs to Ed?”
    It took Eric a few seconds to work out what Tim was getting at. “Those are my initials, you idiot!” he snapped. He took a deep breath and raised his hands. “Look,” he went on. “There’s no point arguing amongst ourselves. We have to stick together. It could be our only hope.”
    The others fell silent. I had to admit, Eric was speaking sense. Blaming each other wouldn’t