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I said. “I thought we were all going to stick together. I think we should all stay in this room.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous!” Eric snapped. “We have to eat something. It’s lunch-time. And anyway, we’ve just searched the island. We know there’s nobody else here.”
    “Well, I’m staying with Tim,” I said.
    “How do you know I’m not the killer?” Tim demanded.
    Because whoever killed Rory and the others is brilliant and fiendish and you still have trouble tying your shoelaces.
That was what I thought, but I didn’t say anything. I just shrugged.
    “I don’t want to be near anyone,” Libby said. “I feel safer on my own.”
    “Me too.” Brenda nodded. “And I’m certainly not having anyone in the room with me while I’m changing.”
    “We can meet in ten minutes,” Eric said. “We’re inside the house. We know there’s nobody else on the island. We’ll meet in the dining-room at twenty to one.”
    He was wrong of course. This was one little group that was never going to meet again. But how could we know that? We were scared and we weren’t thinking straight.
    Tim and I went back to our room. Tim scratched his head, which was still damp from the water tank. “Johnny could be hiding on the island,” he said. “What if there’s a secret room?”
    The same thought had already occurred to me, but I’d tapped every wall and every wooden panel and nothing had sounded hollow. “I don’t think there are any secret rooms, Tim,” I said.
    “But you can’t be sure…” Tim began to tap his way along the wall, his eyes half-closed, listening for a hollow sound. A few moments later, he straightened up, excited. “There’s definitely something on the other side here!” he cried.
    “I know, Tim,” I said. “That’s the window.”
    I left him in the bedroom, drying his hair, and went back downstairs. I was going to join the others in the dining-room. But I never got that far. I was about halfway down when I heard it. A short, sudden scream. Then a crashing sound. It had come from somewhere outside.
    I ran down the rest of the way, through the hall and out the front door. Mark Tyler appeared, running round the side of the house.
    “What was it…?” he demanded. He was trying not to sound scared but it wasn’t working.
    “Round the back?”
    We went there together, moving more slowly now, knowing what we were going to find, not wanting to find it. The kitchen door opened and Brenda Blake came out. I noticed she was breathing heavily.
    This time it was Libby Goldman. I’m afraid she had recorded her last episode of
Libby’s Lounge
and for her the final credits were already rolling. Why had she gone outside? Maybe she’d decided to light up one of her cigarettes – in which case, this was one time when smoking certainly had been bad for her health. Fatal, in fact. But it hadn’t been the tobacco that had killed her. Something had hit her hard on the head: something that had been dropped from above. I looked up, working out the angles. We were directly underneath the battlements. Behind them, the roof was flat. It would have been easy enough for someone to hide up there, to wait for any one of us to step outside. Libby must have come out to get a breath of fresh air before the meeting. Air wasn’t something she’d be needing again.
    There were footsteps on the gravel. Eric and Tim had arrived. They stared in silence. Mark stretched out a finger and pointed. It took me a minute to work out what he was pointing at. That was how much his finger was trembling.
    And there it was, lying in the grass. At first I didn’t recognize the object that had been dropped from the roof and which had fallen right onto Libby Goldman. I mean, I knew what it was – but I couldn’t believe that that was what had been used.
    It was a big round ball: a globe. The sort of thing you find in a library. Maybe it had been in Rory’s library before the killer had carried it up to the roof. The United States