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Page 85 Jenny shakes out the match to keep from burning her fingers. “I don’t want to go down there.” She tries to open the door into the hall, but it’s stuck. You grab the doorknob, but your fingers slide off as you push. Your had is sweating, making the knob slippery. “Why won’t it open?” Jenny cries. “I think the wood has swollen up. Now we’ll have to go downstairs.” “I have only a couple of matches left,” Jenny says. “Don’t use them yet,” you caution. In darkness, gripping the handrail, you and Jenny start down the steps. The air becomes cooler and damper as you descend. “This is a deep basement,” Jenny says. “Maybe there’s another way out of here,” you say hopefully just as you reach the wet cement floor. “It’s so deep that ground water must seep in here. Time to light a match.” Jenny strikes a match, but you see only a little flash of light jumps out form her hand and burns out before it hits the floor. “The head broke off,” Jenny explains. “Only one match left. Oh I wish I’d brought a candle or something!” “Might as well light the last match now.” Turn to page 94