"We won't know that until we get inside," Justin replied.
"Right," Ritchie began. "Let's sneak in the back, and — well, we'd have to crawl over the car to get in."
"Forget that. They'll be expecting us now. Might as well use the front door," Justin concluded.
They agreed and began the short walk around the building to the main entrance. Julia, unusually quiet, was the only one who didn't follow immediately. Her attention was fixed on a piece of paper that had fallen on Prof. Sigger's face, covering him just as Betty had wanted.
Julia bent down and saw that it was a form labeled 3G, "Complaints,
Problems, Irregularities:" The rest was blank.
"Did you ever have one of those days," Julia found herself repeating, "when you think you've noticed something everyone else has missed?"
27. Their Last Stand?
"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always
so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts."
— Bertrand Russell
"You killed Prof. Sigger," said the Lab Coat Man, pacing back and forth in the basement hallway. "How could you?"
"I didn't kill him," Denny repeated, rubbing his face with his hands. He sat inside the small office, leaning back as far as he could in the one decent office chair the conspiracy had acquired. "I sent him outside of town, and the idiot tried to get back without using the proper steps."
"And shot himself a thousand feet in the air? On his first try?"