“Miss Ivy told me that if anything should happen to her that we should look for her diary. I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find it. I suggest we search the house. Now there are nine of us—” “Eight,” Jerry said, “Caroline has a headache.” Rupert scowled. “Fine, eight of us. So, I figure we’ll break into groups and begin a search for her diary.” Jerry, excited by the prospect, eagerly raised his hand. “I’ll take the attic. Anyone want to join me?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Sabrina suggestively. Sabrina shrugged. “Sure, why not?” “Attic’s off limits,” Rupert said. At Jerry disappointed expression, Rupert immediately caved. “There’s nothing up there,” he grumbled, “but if you want to see it, I’ll take you on a very brief tour.” Austin raised his hand. “I’ll take the cellar.” “Me too,”
