Tony looked at Greta Ross but she wasn’t listening.
‘Mr Ross doesn’t like visitors to the island,’ Tony said in a quiet voice.
Then Greta Ross looked at us and Tony said no more.
‘Why doesn’t Mr Ross like visitors?’ I thought. ‘Has he something to hide?’
When we arrived on the island, my mother and I followed Greta up to the house. It was very big and there were trees all around it.
A woman was waiting inside the house.
