Go to the attic
"Chris?" she says gently but incredulously, addressing him
by his given name.
Mr. Anderson looks up, startled. "Gracie, honey, you should never
have come up here...Bridget? Maria? Oh, no...you girls could get in
serious trouble..."
"We don't care," says Bridget vehemnently. "When Fish
Breath starts accusing teachers...that's serious trouble enough! You
OK, Mr. Anderson?"
"Yeah, Bridget, honey...just a little chilly."
You and Bridget giggle over the way that Mr. Anderson constantly calls
people "honey" and then get down to business.
"Does Fish Breath still think you did it?" you ask him.
"She has her doubts. Don't you gals worry...I'll be OK. She knows
I'm not scared of anything except a lighted match, and we Southerners
are tough old birds anyway," Mr. Anderson laughs.
"You're agitated, Chris...don't fib...I can tell because your
accent's thickening," Nurse Johnson contradicts.
"OK, OK, but we should solve this mystery as quick as we can.
Anyone have a plan?" asks Mr. Anderson.
You do...should you reveal it or wait?
Nurse Johnson tells you where the attic is, and then she, you, and
Bridget slip up there. For a moment, you think Mr. Anderson isn't
there after all, but then Nurse Johnson spots him, sitting almost nose
to nose with the teensy fireplace.
