PREFACE-THE BROKEN GLASS There was no doubt Someone was behind all the crimes.

But who can be? Who would do those terrible things? I was scared. Who would be next? Maybe miss Hopkins? Or maybe Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Who could be at this time? I moved swiftly but silently and looked through the spyhole. It was James, only James. -Oh, James, you have just scared me!-I cried. -Oh, really? Sorry, Jess. I thought it was earlier-said James, looking at his watch. -You look a bit worried. Come in!-then, James and I sat down on the sofa of the living room. -What happened, James?-I asked. -ErI dont know how to startI saw, Isaw a terrible thing, JessI dont know how to describe it, but-he couldnt continue. A strange noise came from the kitchen. It sounded like a broken glass-What was that? -I dont know, James, I dont know-I said, looking at the corridor, frighten. END OF THE PREFACE