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rusty. There were stickers of numbers pasted freely on the door, possibly by Mundi. He had once mentioned that his parents had grabbed the first flat they had found as they wanted a home near Brightstar Primary, even though it was quite crummy.
    Finally, the door creaked open and we could see two large black pupils staring at us through the gap in the door. It covered his white irises completely.
    â€œMundi, it’s us!!” Impatience tugged at Janice.
    â€œPassword?” Mundi asked. “Anyone following you?”
    â€œPassword?” I said. “How are we supposed to know?”
    â€œWait, wait… I know. Silhouette.” Clandestino rattled off the biggest word he knew.
    â€œClever, that’s right.” Mundi was pleased. He opened the door a little wider and scanned the corridor with vigilant eyes. “Make sure no one is following you, no?”
    Janice couldn’t wait any longer and she barged into the house, almost throwing Mundi off balance. It was a small three-room flat. The walls were stained with handprints and colour pencil marks that were mostly advanced algebraic equations.
    â€œWhoa, Mundi, you know these equations?” Janice gasped.
    â€œWell, maybe,” he shrugged. There was a distinct smell of fish curry that wafted from the kitchen. A lady with her hair up in a bun and wearing a bright blue sari emerged from the kitchen. She looked pristine, beautifully adorned. Every single hair was in place. She looked like a Miss India to me! Her beauty did not match the poorly-furnished house.

    She looked at us, smiled and then said, “No nonsense ah, Mundi. You know better.”
    â€œYes, Mama,” came the reply. She was Mundi’s mother! Then she pointed to a room where we could hold our secret meeting. Mundi pulled Clandestino and me by the wrist and signalled to Janice to follow.
    When Mundi shut the door, Clandestino knelt down and took something from his bag gingerly.
    â€œYou see this?” he asked, unwrapping the object in his hand.
    â€œYup, it’s a tin can,” Janice responded.
    â€œNot just ANY tin can,” Clandestino said. “A Coke can! Our piece of evidence.”
    â€œThis was found at the scene of the fire,” he added, holding the can up with a handkerchief like a prize. “Remember, when I told you guys to wait? I had to go in and retrieve this because I knew that was something odd. Why would a can of Coke be in a classroom, in the middle of the floor. It must have something to do with the culprit.”
    He tilted the can towards us. “Here, smell this.”
    I sniffed, then Janice and finally Mundi. I sniffed again just to be sure. We all looked up in horror.
    â€œKerosene?” Janice gasped. “This is getting quite addictive.” She wanted to smell it again.
    â€œDon’t be silly, Janice,” I said. “It will kill you.”

    So that was what I had heard during the match. The “splish splash” must have come from THIS can and others. Someone must have poured kerosene into this can or cans like this to splash all around the classroom.
    At that moment, I was sure he had done the wrong thing. “Clan, you have just been suspected of being one of the arsonists, and now you dare to be found with the evidence? A can from the site? Oh my goodness.”
    Janice thought it was so funny, she began to laugh. “Clan! Clan!”
    Clandestino shook his head in protest. “I have brains too, you know. I know how NOT to leave my fingerprints everywhere. Hence the handkerchief, hello?”
    â€œYes, that’s smart, no?” Mundi agreed. “If there are any fingerprints, it wouldn’t be Clan’s. It would be the arsonist’s!” He led us to a brown cupboard and opened it swiftly.
    Whoof! A big cloud of powder overwhelmed us.
    â€œAh choo!” went Clandestino. The powder had irritated his nose so much that it opened the mucus floodgate.
    â€œMundi, you