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The door of the conservatory smashed open. The professor could not see who it was, nor could he see where Gilligan was.
He ducked behind a plant, hoping they would not look too closely.
"Where is he?!"
"I saw Plum go in here."
"What if he's working with Boddy?"
Someone snorted derisively. "Not likely. Plum's too smart to get caught up with a foolish dead man!"
"Who ruins everything he touches."
"And who's always tripping over everything."
"And who knows how to hide." That observation quieted everyone else. "There're passageways that lead to the cellar. What if he went there?"
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