i was ten again. that rainy morning, i had been playing about the house chasing a playful cat, when she decided to hide in kruger's study. i saw her dart through that heavy, oak door which, usually shut , was left slightly open. i stopped and remembered the warning. never go into the study! determined not to let the kitten have the best of me , i peeded through the crack. it was dark and shadowy and i couldn't see the cat. i heard him taunting me, though, and he had