“Good stuff is right,” he jeered. “Not into that.” He scrambled to his feet, and fled down the passage towards the door leading out under the porch. The others stopped fighting and fled after him. The police seemed to have lost interest in arresting anyone. They gathered around the broken door and peered inside. Mr. Purdue took out his cell phone and called orders into it. Ronnie and Mike remained crouched in the darker end of the passage, unnoticed. More and more policemen arrived in the passage. “Jamie and Herbie must be in there,” Ronnie whispered into Mike’s ear. “Maybe,” Mike whispered back. “But maybe not. It looks like a laboratory. What are the Dementos doing with a fully equipped laboratory?” “So we ask your Dad,” Ronnie said. She clutched Mike’s hand and walked up to Mr. Purdue. He scowled at them as he put his phone away.
