This door should certainly have been locked—but it was ajar. Petty opened it and pulled Josh and Danny through with her before any other visitors or staff could come in and see them. It was gloomy behind the door. It smelled of warm, damp vegetation. The hairs on Danny’s arms and neck stood up. His heart was racing. He was here in the inner sanctum of the INSECT HOUSE! It was horrific. Petty had found the back of the stick insect chamber and was turning a stout plastic peg which held the access panel in place. Now she was tilting the panel, allowing a shaft of light and the smell of warm greenery up through it. “Come on,” Josh said. “Breathe in. You can do this.” “Look,” whispered Danny, standing rigid with his fists clenched at his sides. “We’re twins. Who’s going to know the difference if it’s you that gets the marble? The Mystery Marble Sender can’t see us in here!” Josh pointed to a little red light in the ceiling. “Security camera,” he said. “I think they’re watching.
