Ian, Pixley and Ruby sat in various states of repose around Fina’s green room. Pixley stretched out on a settee, while Ruby and Ian sat together in two chairs, side by side.
“That is quite a story,” said Ruby. “I wonder what Marjorie has in store for us. Or for me.”
“I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough,” sighed Fina. “But I’m relieved to finally understand what happened. She must have been the one to put nails in our tyres. And she must have stolen Connor’s letter. Did you know it was Marjorie all along, Ruby?”
“It’s irritating to say yes, but may I say yes? I knew there had to be more to the story, as you suspected. Since you told me Connor was fond of word games, I thought about the words in his letter. It wasn’t long before I figured out that Marjorie’s maiden name, Riber – the one w
