When I stepped into the drawing room at Collinwood, Amy ran into my arms. Then we both turned and looked at… Ned Stuart. He greeted me and said he’d just been telling Amy about Sabrina.
I asked what he wanted. He replied that he was looking for me; he had gone to the cottage and I wasn’t there. I told Amy I wanted her to go upstairs and find someplace to play. She said she didn’t want to leave; she was afraid. I told her there was nothing to be afraid of, that we were just going to talk and she should run on and leave us there.
I told Ned whatever it was he wanted, leave Amy out of it. He replied that he would… that he knew what it was like to love a sister. I sighed. I know he did. However, he said if I really knew what it was like to love a sister, he’s surprised I wanted to be in the same room with him. I asked if I had a choice. He asked, “What do you think?”
I told him if he was out to get me, I wish he’d be more direct about it than he was the other night. He asked what I was talking about and I said the stuff he put in my whiskey. He asked what he put in my whiskey and I told him it was poison… and he knew it. He told me to listen, that he might want to end up killing me, but he wanted answers to a couple questions first before he did.
It wasn’t him that poisoned me, then. Ned confirmed that it wasn’t, but it upset him a little bit that someone else was trying to kill me. He said it gives him a little competition. Then what did he want?
He said he wanted to know what happened between me and his sister. I left in a big hurry, and he wanted to know why. I said it was because there was no way I could convince everybody that I didn’t have anything to do with her death.
He asked what made me so sure she died. She didn’t? He said, no, she didn’t, and he wanted me to come and see her. I said I can’t. I can’t go back there. I made the decision when I left. He said I didn’t have to go anywhere; she was right here with him at the Collinsport Inn.
She’s here in town?!? Ned said that was right; she was there just waiting to see me. I told him that I couldn’t see her and he asked why not. I just can’t. If she’s alive after that night that means she knows… I stopped. He asked me what she knows.
I replied with another question. What did she tell him? He said she didn’t tell him a thing. I said that’s impossible and he wanted to know why. I said it just is.
He grabbed me by the lapels and spun me around to face him. He said he didn’t know about impossible, but he knew one thing: I was going to come and see her. Why? Why was it so important? He told me to just come and see her…
Classic Horrors Club 
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