Millicent and I met in my room. We knew it was wrong to spy on people,
however with Clay we were willing to make an exception. After what had happened last
night with the tapping sound, the light and the feathers, and with Clay so keen to have
us keep away from the shed, we felt it was our duty to find out what was going on. After
a quick discussion, Millicent and I agreed that my room was the best place for
surveillance as it had views over the back garden and the shed.
