“I’ve been stabbed!”

The white-hot cry fills the room.

Your specter has plunged a knife into one of the girls, and she holds the blade before the magistrates.

You gulp.

This is evidence, the kind that gets people hanged.

But then a boy comes forward.

The blade is his.

It broke yesterday from his knife, he says, and he gave it to one of the girls. The magistrates look angrily at the girls and warn them never to lie again.