Two! Number Two! I hate being Number Two…!
“And it’s all your fault!” He pointed the gun at Tim and now the fury was back in his eyes. “It all started at St Egbert’s! That hateful school! That was where I started coming second and that was why I decided to have my revenge. You all thought you were clever beating me at everything. Well, I’ve showed you! I’ve killed the whole lot of you and I’ve done it in exactly the way you deserve!”
“You haven’t killed me!” Tim exclaimed.
I didn’t think it was a good idea to point this out. Nadler steadied the gun. “I’m going to do that now,” he said. “Your body will still end up smashing into the needles so everything will have worked out the way it was meant to.” He nodded at me. “I’ll have to kill you too, of course,” he continued. “You weren’t meant to be here, but I don’t mind. You sound too clever for your own good. I’m going to enjoy killing you too!”
He took aim.
“No!” I shouted.
He fired at Tim.
“Missed!” Tim laughed and rolled to one side. He was still laughing when he rolled over the side of the cliff.
“Tim!” I yelled.
“Now it’s your turn,” Nadler said.
I closed my eyes. There was nothing I could do.
There was a long pause. I opened them again.
Nadler was still standing, but even as I watched he crumpled to the ground. Eric Draper, the fat solicitor, was standing behind him. There was blood all over his shirt and he was deathly pale. But he was still alive. He was holding the blunderbuss, which he must have taken from the bear. He hadn’t fired it. He had used it like a club and knocked Nadler out.
“He only wounded me…” he gasped. “I woke up this morning. I came to find you…”
But I wasn’t interested in Eric Draper, even if he had just saved my life. I crawled over to the cliff edge and looked down, expecting to see Tim, smashed to pieces, on the rocks below.
“Hello, Nick!” Tim said.
There was a gorse bush growing out of the side of the cliff. He had fallen right onto it. I held out a hand. Tim took it. I pulled him to safety and we both lay there in the sun, exhausted, glad to be alive.
We found the
Silver Medal
moored at the jetty and I steered it back towards the mainland. Eric was slumped on the deck. Johnny Nadler was down below, tied up with so much rope that only his head was showing. We weren’t taking any chances after what had happened. We had already radioed ahead to the police. They would be waiting when we got to the mainland. Tim was standing next to me. We had left six dead bodies behind us on Crocodile Island. Well, I warned you that it was going to be a horror story.
“I’m sorry I thought you were the killer,” Tim said. He was looking even more sheepish than … well, a sheep.
“It’s all right, Tim,” I said. “It’s a mistake anyone could have made.” He swayed on his feet and suddenly I felt sorry for him. “Do you want to sit down?” I asked. “It’s going to take us a while to get back.”
Tim shook his head. “No.” He blushed. “I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“That bush I fell into. It was very prickly. My bottom’s full of…”
“What?”
“…needles!”
I pushed down on the throttle and the boat surged forward. Behind us, Crocodile Island shimmered in the morning mist until at last it had disappeared.
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