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You make a sharp turn into a driveway, hop off your bike, and, carrying the TV, jump over a gate into a backyard. There you check for escape routes. But you see no quick way out of the yard, so you go into the house, hoping to find a good place to hole up until Fingley goes away. In a back bedroom you find an old wardrobe full of clothes. You wedge yourself in behind the clothes, pull the doors shut, and settle down to wait. You decide you should stay in there for at least an hour to be sure Fingley has gone away. A few minutes later you hear a car pull up outside the house. The engine is shut off and the car door opens and closes. You hear footsteps, then the front door to the house opens. You begin to sweat. You can hear Fingley methodically searching each of the rooms. It may be only a matter of time before he finds you. You put your fingers on the channel swich. Fingley enters the room. You hear him shuffling around, looking for you. Then the wardrobe doors are flung open and the clothes are pulled aside. “Aha!” Fingley cries. At that moment you switch the TV on and change the channel. Turn to page 26