Essay on Chapter Questions On ' The Sinister Skeleton '
The Sinister Skeleton in Lace Pajamas
Friday, 9:30 a.m.
The next morning, I shimmied up a braided rope and scrambled through our secret trapdoor.
“Did you read Mr. Shaw’s statements in the paper?” Twist asked, glancing up from the Cloak-and-Dagger Chronicles. He was dressed in a white button-down shirt, slacks, and his trademark royal blue tie.
“I haven’t had time. Why? What’s going on?”
Twist crossed to the window and looked out. “He was interviewed by a reporter.”
“Yeah,” I said. “So?”
“So he said he found a skeleton in the coffin and determined the bones to be those of the fabled Princess Mei. The reporter asked him if anything unusual happened and he told her that at first the scene was pretty typical. He lifted the casket lid and saw a crumbling nightgown and a robe draped over the princess’s skeletal remains. But just as he was about to leave, she sat up, mashed her bony fingers together and whispered, ‘You’re so dead.’”
I stared at him, completely stunned. “Why would he make up such a ridiculous story?”
“I don’t know,” Twist admitted. “Maybe he’s a glory hound.”
Or a bald-faced liar, I thought, picking up the paper as though it were a bomb.
I dropped it in the shredder and burned the remains. It seemed like overkill, but that was standard agency procedure for all work-related written materials in the office. Then I heard the Deadwood Detective Agency’s secret knock—three taps and a rap-rap on the booby-trapped door—and the lock…