She smiled defiance. "I told you, on the beach."

"Whose room is that?" Munn's forefinger pointed to Tobey's closed door.

"That's Tobey's room," said his mother.

"The mud tracks go into that room. Did he make those tracks, Mrs.

Brenner?"

"No! Oh, no! No!" she cried desperately. "Mart made those when he came

in. He went into Tobey's room!"

"How about it, Brenner?"

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