I Know What You Did Last Wednesday by Anthony Horowitz Read Free Book Online Page B

the killer stop with Tim? I wasn’t meant to be part of this. I had never gone to St Egbert’s. But I was a witness to what had happened and maybe I had seen too much.
    I went over what had happened last night. We had always assumed that there was nobody else on the island, but thinking it through I knew this couldn’t be true. We had all been sitting down: Brenda in front of the organ, Eric opposite her, Mark nearest the door and Tim and me on the sofa. But none of us had been anywhere near the light switch, and someone had most certainly turned off the lights – not just in the drawing-room but throughout the entire house. Somewhere down in the basement, there would be a main fuse switch. But that led to another question. If the killer had been down in the basement, then how had he or she managed to appear in the room seconds later to shoot Eric and push the organ pipe onto Brenda?
    At the time, I had assumed that Mark had committed the last two murders. There had been a shot, then a thud, then the opening and closing of a door. But a few seconds later, Mark had himself been killed. And what about the leaves that I had seen lying next to his body? How had they got there?
    I thought back to the other murders. Rory first. We had all been on the island and we had all separated. Any one of us could have attacked him and, immediately afterwards, left the chocolate on the bed for Sylvie to find. That was the night I had seen the face at the window. A face that had appeared and disappeared – impossibly – in seconds. And then we had found Janet. I remembered her lying in her bed, stabbed by a model of the Eiffel Tower. Her room had been shabby. There had been a tear in the canopy … I had remarked on it at the time. Why had it caught my eye?
    Libby Goldman next. The television presenter had been knocked down with a model globe. There was something strange about that, too. Someone must have carried it up to the roof and dropped it on her when she came out of the front door. But now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen the globe in any of the rooms when we had been searching the house. And that could only mean one thing. It had been on the roof from the very start, waiting for her…
    Maybe you know how it is when you’ve been given a particularly nasty piece of homework – an impossible equation or a fiendish bit of physics or something. You stare at it and stare at it, but it’s all just ink on paper and you’re about to give up when you notice something and suddenly you realize it’s not so difficult after all. Well, that was what was happening to me now.
    I remembered the search party, slowly criss-crossing the island. We had seen security cameras everywhere and from the day I had arrived, I had felt that I was being watched. There was a security camera in the kitchen. I looked up. It was watching me even now. Were there cameras in other rooms, too?
    At the same time, I remembered something Mark had said, when we had found the old photograph of St Egbert’s. And in that second, as quickly as that, I suddenly knew everything.
    “I’ve got it, Tim!” I said.
    “So have I, Nick!” Tim cried.
    I’d been so wrapped up in my own thoughts, that I hadn’t noticed Tim had been thinking too. Now he was staring at me with the sort of look you see on a fish when it’s spent too long out of water.
    “You know who did it?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Go on!”
    “It’s simple!” Tim explained. “First there were eight of us on the island, then seven, then six, then five…”
    “I know,” I interrupted. “I can count backwards.”
    “Well, now there are only two of us left. I know it wasn’t me who committed the murders.” He reached forward and snatched up a spoon. Then he realized what he’d done, put it down and snatched up a knife. He waved it at me. “So the killer must be you!” he exclaimed.
    “What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
    “There’s only us left. You and me. I know it