“I did. They are going to tour the whole property. And Jimmy at the gate says nobody has entered except us. Only people he knows.”

“Is there any way someone could have climbed over the gate or found a way to open it when he wasn’t looking?” I asked.

Ronnie shook his head. “The gate has the same barbed wire on top of it as the rest of the fence and the only way to open it is a switch inside the gatehouse.”

“I hope they find the fence damaged somewhere,” Mummy said, “because that will mean the killer has escaped again.”

“You want him to get away?” Stella demanded.

Mummy shrugged. “I don’t like the thought of him trapped close by with us. We have to sleep in that lonely little cottage tonight.”

Stella stood up suddenly, making us all jump. “Oh my God. Juan. He’s all alone and asleep. I should go and see if he’s all right.”

“We’ll go,” Darcy said. “I don’t want you walking around alone in the dark. Want to come with me, Algie?”

“Me?” It came out almost as a squeak. “But what if the killer is prowling out there?”

“There are two of us,” Darcy said. “Come on.”

Algie put down his drink, most unwillingly. “I’m the heir to Broxley-Foggett estate. There will be a frightful stink if I’m bumped off.”

“And while you’re out there you should tell the lovebirds in the pool,” Mummy said dryly. “They won’t thank you for disturbing them, but they’ll have to be here when the sheriff arrives.”

“I’m not sure that I want that task,” Darcy said. “You think they’ll still be in the pool or will they have retired somewhere more private?”

“Craig has one of the poolside suites,” Stella said.

“Right.” Darcy looked as enthusiastic about interrupting them as Algie had done about going out in the dark. Surely Algie couldn’t be the killer, I thought as I watched them go. He looked positively terrified. Certainly not like a killer who dared to kill when all of us were within earshot. I wanted to call out, “Be careful” to Darcy but it seemed silly, and Darcy knew how to protect himself. Besides, who could be lurking around out there? If it was the thief, he’d be well away from the house by now. And if it was one of us—well, we were all here, weren’t we?