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I’ve already talked to them. They got no shots of the archer with the flaming arrow.”
    â€œThat’s okay,” Frank said. “There might be something else that will help.” He said good night and went back into his room.
    He heard Alan walk down the hall. Opening the door just a couple of inches, Frank saw Alan turn the corner to the small corridor leading to the hidden door in the closet.
I’m going back up there
, Frank promised himself,
but not tonight.
    When he plunked onto the bed this time, he fell asleep.
    * * * *
    â€œCome on!” Joe’s voice drilled into Frank’s ears. “It’s eight o’clock. The games start in two hours. We’ve got to get organized.”
    Frank felt his dream slipping away as the Saturday morning sun shone on his eyelids. “Hey,” he grunted, sitting up. “I was having the weirdest dream. I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and wandered around the second floor and saw this guy … no, Alan … no, this guy
and
Alan … that was after the hidden door in the back of the closet that led to a little stairway … and Alan said the guy was a ghost, but I didn’t believe him, and—”
    â€œWhoa. Slow down,” Joe called from the bathroom. “Alan was a ghost on a hidden stairway? That’s some dream.”
    â€œNo, Alan said the
other
guy was a ghost. Wait a minute. It wasn’t a dream.” Frank stood and scratched his shoulder. “It happened.”
    While they cleaned up and got dressed, Frank told his brother about his midnight exploration.
    â€œAre you really sure you saw these shadows?” Joe asked him.
    â€˜Well, yeah … I think so.” Frank replayed the whole scene in his mind.
    â€œAnd it wasn’t Alan?” Joe said.
    â€œHow could it be? He caught me from behind, so he wasn’t up there.”
    â€œUnless there’s another way to get in and out of that room,” Joe said.
    â€œRight,” Frank agreed. “That’s definitely possible. An old house like this probably has lots of hidden passageways and secret rooms. I’d like to get up there and scope it out. Maybe later—when we’re sure the Hortons are all out of the house. In the meantime, we need to find out who’s trying to destroy Alan’s maze.”
    â€œI wish I’d gotten a better look at that guy who ran into the woods,” Joe said as he combed his hair. “I’d like to compare stories with other witnesses. When I talked to Officer Chester, he pointed out a couple of people who were helping Alan with the cleanup last night. They live in town—Harold and JoAnne Donaldson. They also reported a man running away, but they left before I could talk to them. The twins can probably help me track them down.”
    â€œGood. And don’t forget, Alan has those documentary filmmakers on the job. He’s giving me their names this morning. Maybe the running guy was caught on camera last night.”
    â€œExcellent,” Joe said.
    â€œI also want to find out more about Vincenzo Blackstone. A lot of the people here probably know who he is, and someone might know whether he’s around the island. Ray and Kay can tell me who’d be the most likely person to know where he is.”
    â€œWe can start that search right now,” Joe said, “and pull up some preliminary stuff from my laptop.”
    â€œGreat, let’s get going,” Frank urged. “Maybe wecan get some work done before the jousting matches start later this morning.”
    â€œI don’t want to miss those,” Joe said. “The Hortons have picked out horses for us and set up some training and practice times.”
    Frank led the way. Joe grabbed his notebook computer and followed quickly.
    Over a quick breakfast with the twins, Joe searched the Internet for Blackstone. “He’s got a pretty flashy Web site,” Joe reported to the