Chapter Thirty-Five
“I can’t see anything from here,” Suzi Ansbach whispered.
The ducklings were all lined up along the balcony of one of the upper floors of the museum. When Cynthia had first let them in, they began to follow the signs that led to the new Egyptian exhibition but, halfway along the corridor, Greta Clarke, who was in the lead, saw Bill Stead walking back towards his office, so, in a panic, they all ran for the nearest staircase.
“Do you think he’s gone?” asked Joanne South, timidly.
Suzi turned to her and pulled a face. “How would I know? I just said I couldn’t see anything.”
Joanne pouted, and turned back to look over the railing once more.
After a while, Janice Cooper said. “There’s no movement down there at the moment and we can’t stay here all night. I say we make
