each recorded reading a selection from James Joyce's

Ulysses for Mr. Masters. I pulled Cinnamon aside and

told her what I had heard and what I had done. "I didn't see any door in the rear of the

wardrobe room when Howard and I went up there,"

she said. "But maybe that was because I didn't go all

the way back and didn't look behind those costumes

you said were hanging in front of it. Howard and I got

excited over the armor, which was close to the front,

and got into that. Our Ms. Fairchild did tell Howard to

tell me to stay out of the room until we were

instructed to go there for a specific thing, but I didn't

think much of that. You said you distinctly heard

footsteps and then you heard someone singing?" "Yes. I'm sure that's what it was," I said. "Of

course, it could have been someone listening to

music.'

"You're sure of what?" Ice asked, catching up

with us. I told her all of it briefly. She didn't look

surprised.

"I've heard someone above at night," she

revealed. "or what I thought was someone above, but I

haven't heard anyone singing or any music playing." "I never did before." I said.

"Ice's room is directly under the costume

room," Cinnamon remarked.

"I'm sure I heard footsteps, but there was no

one there in the costume room." I said.

"Did you try to open the second door?"

Cinnamon asked.

"I didn't have a chance. Ms. Fairchild appeared

as suddenly as a ghost. I closed the first door and

locked it again as quickly and as quietly as I could." Ice moaned.

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