*Constance*

“What was that?” Harriet spoke quietly in the dim light cast only by torches.

“That, I’m afraid, is the killer we’re looking for,” Silas said by the entrance to the room.

“I knew we would find them here,” I said cheerfully.

Then I realized that the killer was HERE, as in somewhere nearby.

“Shouldn’t you go after them?” Harriet asked Silas.

He looked at me angrily. “I would, but then what would I do ...