Ben crouched under the table. Hoping he would not be seen. He knew he ought to do something to stop it. But his courage deserted him. After all, he was only very small. And the masked man was very big.
Again the knife descended and Ben heard a dying gasp.
* * *
“Two stab wounds,” the first detective said. “One to the heart and one to a lung.”
“He must have surprised a burglar,” observed the second detective. “The dining room window"s been smashed. He probably came in and caught the thief red-handed.”
The first detective glanced down at the body again. “So much for have-a-go-heroes,” he mused, somewhat contemptuously. Suddenly he caught sight of Ben cowering beneath the table.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Come on, boy, come on out. It"s alright, no-one"s going to hurt you.”
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