CHAPTER 32
Lynn returned to where the stairway split into the curve she’d mistakenly followed; she’d try the other path now. – STRIKE! – How comforting that match glow, she thought, though lately they hadn’t burned as long, probably due to the dampness. Up another steep incline, more stairs roughly hewn into the stone, certain she was now approaching the house – OUT! – She continued in the dark. She heard a man’s voice crying out, but she couldn’t make out his words. She barely breathed; her heart raced. – STRIKE! – she continued on…
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“Perhaps we should begin before Miss Cabot joins us?” asked a restless Danny.
“Yes,” Welles agreed, unsure who was to begin, much less how.
“Jason,” replied Danny, “Shall we start with hearing your findings?”
Welles began. “To solve these crimes,
