Hewson stopped looking. He took out a little book and wrote a line or two.
‘Everything quiet. Feel I’m on the floor of the sea. Bourdette trying to send me to sleep with his eyes. Figures seem to move when you’re not watching.’
He closed the book and quickly looked to his right. He saw only the weak wax face of Lefroy, looking back at him with a sorry smile.
It was just fears. Or was it? Didn’t Crippen moved again as he looked away? He just waited for you to take your eyes off him then made his move. ‘That’s what they all do. I know it!’ he thought. ‘It’s too much!’ He started to get up from his chair. He must leave immediately. He couldn’t stay all night with a lot of murderers, moving about when he wasn’t looking!
Hewson sat down again. He must not be so jumpy. They were only waxworks, so there was nothing to fear. But why then did he feel so afraid, always thinking that they played games with him? He turned round again quickly and met Bourdette’s brown eyes. Then suddenly he turned back to look at Crippen. Ha’ He nearly caught Crippen moving that time.
