take a look at the hole on the second floor again. Who or what had made them, and why? The more he studied it, the more convinced he was that a person had made it. There was no trace of animal claw marks. The culprit must have used a tool, perhaps a . . .
âHammer,â Rollie breathed to himself.
Was it a coincidence that Miss Gramâs hammer was missing at the same time holes were being knocked in the walls? One thing Rollie had learned long ago from Holmes was that events were rarely coincidences, especially when crimes were afoot. Rollie did not know if the missing hammer and the holes were linked, and he still did not know the relevance of either. He grunted in frustration and hurried to Observation class.
* * * *
When Thursday afternoon rolled around again, Wesley invited Rollie to join the study group. Rollie agreed and met the older boys in the library. They sat in a circle on the floor with books in laps and pencils in hand. They worked silently for a good fifteen minutes before Wesley looked up at Rollie.
âAre you going home for the weekend?â he asked.
âI go home every weekend,â said Rollie. âDonât you?â
âOnly when my parents are home. They travel a lot. This weekend my father and mother are on a business trip to Belgium. So Iâll be staying here.â
Todd yawned and stretched. âWish I could keep you company, but my mum would kill me if I stayed. She acts like Iâve been gone a month when I go home every weekend. Sheâs mad at Headmasterâs new rules about using the telephone. âI can never get a hold of you!â she screams.â
Jimmy snorted.
âWatch it. My mummy loves me,â Todd teased.
âMy mum loves me tooâwhen she remembers,â Jimmy joked. âSheâs so absentminded. She calls me Jolly all the time.â
The older boys laughed together.
âWhoâs Jolly?â Rollie wanted to know.
âOur bulldog,â Jimmy replied between laughter.
Rollie thought Jimmy rather resembled a bulldog, being squat with pudgy cheeks and a flat nose. He did not dare voice this opinion.
âWhatâs your family like, Rollie?â Wesley inquired.
âBig and loud. I have older twin brothers and younger twin sisters.â
âReally? Thatâs peculiar!â Todd commented.
âThey are peculiar.â Rollie nodded.
âCan you stay the weekend?â asked Wesley. âWe could hang out.â
âThat would be fun!â Rollie agreed. âWhat do you do around here?â
âWe sleep in, play games, go on outings with Mr. Chad. Nothing much.â
Rollieâs brown eyes widened. âNothing much? Sounds like fun!â
âActually it is.â
âStop rubbing it in,â Todd grunted.
âCan you?â Wesley repeated.
âIâll ask Headmaster if I can phone my parents,â promised Rollie.
Before dinner Rollie went to the headmasterâs office to telephone his parents about staying the weekend. After making the call, which lasted longer than Rollie had anticipated because his older twin brothers kept cutting in with stupid detective jokes, Rollie lingered a minute longer.
âHeadmaster, sir?â he started. âI have a lead on Zilchâs mole.â
Yardslyâs eyes brightened. âREALLY!â
âRupert.â
Yardslyâs face fell. âRupert?â
âHeâs always missing class and disappearing then showing up,â rattled Rollie, trying to recall everything mysterious about his roommate. âOh! And last week he said that he had an important assignment to get to. Heâs our chief suspect at this point.â
Yardsly leaned his elbows on his desk. âNo, heâs not.â
Rollie was taken aback. âBut what about being absent and what if he really does have an assignment andââ
âAll those facts about Rupert are true,â agreed Yardsly. âBut for other
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