Murder House by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

But had Ripley had time for sabotage? Had she managed to find out ahead of time what the challenge was going to be—or at least that the trampoline was going to be involved—and loosen the springs or distress the canvas in some key places?

Or could she have found the trampoline first, done some fast damage, and left it for someone else to find and hurt themselves so she could come to the rescue?

“Ripley, out of the way, please. Let the medic take over,” Veronica called as she strode toward us.

“I’ve got it,” Ripley answered.

“Yes, I’m sure a high school girl who spends more time at movie premieres and concerts has the equivalent of a medical degree,” Veronica shot back. “Move, please.”

Ripley stood up and backed away.

“Is he going to be okay?” Georgina asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Ann muttered. “It’s the curse. Bad things are going to keep happening until we’re all dead.” She stroked the charm.

Is it impolite to say that I liked her a lot more when she wasn’t talking? At least she wasn’t one of the rich kids. I didn’t have to try and make it look like I was sabotaging her to keep Olivia and Gail off my back. Even if I did something really mild, it could send Ann over the edge. She was so freaked already.

The medic carefully checked George out. “He looks good,” she told Veronica. “Maybe a little aspirin. Some ice for any sore spots.”

“So I can stand up?” George asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. Just shoved himself to his feet with a grimace.

“That’s all for today, everyone,” Veronica announced. “This competition is canceled.”

“Unfair,” James told her. “George and I were clearly going to win.”

There were all kinds of “untrue’s” from pretty much everyone in response.

“The competition had just gotten started,” Olivia protested. “Just because you were slightly ahead—”

“Slightly! Did you say slightly?” James interrupted.

“Why can’t we—” Gail began.

“This is not up for debate,” Veronica told us. “The competition is over. We will have a new competition tomorrow.”

“Can’t we just start right where we were tomorrow? With a new trampoline?” George asked. “I’ll be fine.”

“Everything is not all about you, George,” said Veronica. “Although after reading your father’s letter, I’m not surprised you think it is. The element of surprise was key to this competition. We can’t regain that. There will be a new competition tomorrow. I have nothing more to say.” She turned and walked inside the mansion.

As soon as she was gone, George faced off with James. “This wasn’t enough for you?” he asked, touching the bruise on his jaw.

“What are you talking about?” James demanded.

“There is no way that trampoline wasn’t messed with,” said George. He started to crouch down to inspect it, but his sister got there first.

“Definitely messed with,” Georgina announced. “The canvas is cut away from the springs. About every other one.” She walked over to her brother and stood close to him. “You know what? I’m starting to think there are people here who aren’t happy they got handed some new competition this late in the show.

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