In the previous episode, Geoffrey, Edith and Alan are discussing the murder with the police sergeant, when they realize that Edmund and Kristi are missing. Readers voted that Edmund had been shot in the shoulder while they were on their way back to the camp.
Meanwhile . . .
“Be careful.” Edmund held out his hand to steady Kristi as she slipped on a loose stone. It skittered off the ledge, knocking a small shower of pebbles loose.
A shot rang out, echoing against the cliffs.
“In here.” Edmund pulled her across the ledge and into a cave. They ducked as another shot hit the ground outside, sending up a splatter of pebbles and dirt.
“That was close,” Kristi said, watching the mouth of the cave.
Edmund didn’t reply. When she glanced back at him, his face was white, and a dark stain spread across his shoulder. “You’re hit.”
“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth.
She made him sit down and carefully peeled off the shoulder and sleeve of his shirt. It looked like the bullet had gone clean through his shoulder, but it was still bleeding.
“Hold still,” she said, carefully tearing the sleeve off his shirt and binding up the wound. “There, that should help. It really ought to be disinfected, though.”
“Thanks.” He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
“Maybe I should go for help,” she said, cautiously edging toward the mouth of the cave. Another shot smacked into the face of the cliff, just to the right of where she was pressed against the wall.
“Don’t,” Edmund said, struggling to stand up. “Come on. We’d better go further in, just in case he gets tired of waiting and comes looking for us.”
“Or she,” Kristi said, pulling a small flashlight out of her pocket and switching it on.
The back of the cave opened into a tunnel and about a hundred or so yards along it, Edmund decided they had gone far enough. Kristi sank down, her back against the wall.
They both sat quietly for a time, but except for their breathing, the tunnel was silent.
After a while, Edmund stirred. “Geoff’s not going to be happy.”
“You mean, because we’re trapped in a cave by a homicidal maniac? ‘Cause it’s not really something we can help.”
Edmund smiled weakly. “All those accidents . . . Even if the men agree to come back to work, whoever the new Lord Blackstone is may decide to close down anyway. Can’t say I would blame him.”
“Well, I — hey, look. Isn’t that one of those pyramids?” She focused her flashlight on the opposite wall. “It looks like the one Edith showed me earlier.”
The sound of footsteps echoed in the passage, and they both froze. Kristi switched off her flashlight and Edmund dragged himself painfully to his feet.
A man rounded the curve and Kristi turned the flashlight back on, aiming for his eyes.
“Ouch,” a familiar voice said, as the figure threw his arm up to shield his face. “Kristi? Edmund?”
“How did you find us?” Kristi asked.
“Edmund dropped his hat outside the cave. What are you doing in here?”
“Someone was shooting at us,” Kristi said.
Alan shrugged. “Well, there’s no one out there now. Come on, I’ll help you back.” Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.