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in the middle of the room.”
    â€œYeah. It’s weird but really relaxing. That’s the most comfortable chair I’ve ever sat in. It’s got dozens of different positions. I sit in the chair, get comfortable, put on headphones—and listen to music.” Dave shrugged. “That’s all for the whole hour. Dr. Edberg said that there are subliminal messages on the tapes, telling us how to be better students, but I never heard them.”
    â€œThat’s because you only hear them subconsciously,” Nancy said. “Did it help?”
    Dave shrugged again. “I guess so. My gradeshave started to go up and not just in psych. It’s as if I’m listening better in all my classes.”
    â€œCouldn’t that just be because you’re spending extra time studying?” Bess asked.
    â€œMaybe,” Dave said. “I guess I never thought of that. Edberg did say that some students might get a tape with no subliminal message—so he could measure whether people who heard the message actually did better in school than people who didn’t.”
    Nancy tried to turn the conversation to Wayne’s murder. “About last night,” she began. “Did you see Parker?”
    â€œNo,” Dave replied. “He was supposed to come in at the end of my session, but he never showed. Edberg was really ticked off. He wanted to throw Parker out of the group, but Wayne wanted to give him another chance. I said he might be in the student union, since that’s where everyone hangs out. So Wayne went to look for him.”
    â€œWhat about Dr. Edberg?” Nancy asked.
    â€œWe walked out together,” Dave told her. “I think we were the last people in the building. We said good night in the parking lot. Then he got into his car and drove away. I walked around a little, then came back to the house.”
    So far, Dave wasn’t giving Nancy anything new to go on. “Think carefully, Dave. Did you see anyone else at all in or around the building?”
    Dave wrinkled his brow and clasped his hands behind his head. Then his eyes lit up. “Come tothink of it, there was someone. He was going in as we were leaving!”
    â€œWho was it?” Ned asked urgently.
    â€œJust some bald middle-aged guy in an overcoat. I never saw him before—figured he was a professor,” Dave answered.
    â€œI’m sure that some of the professors fit that description,” Ned said thoughtfully. “Maybe we should look through the faculty photos in a yearbook.”
    â€œDr. Cohen is balding,” Bess put in.
    â€œYou mean from the infirmary?” Dave asked. “He does the team physicals. It wasn’t him.”
    Bess frowned. “I wonder who it was, then?” she asked. “I mean, if he was still in the building, he could be a witness!”
    â€œOr a killer—don’t rule that out,” Nancy added grimly. “Dave, keep an eye out for that man, okay?”
    Dave promised he would, then got up to go. “I don’t want to be late for class,” he said. He was heading for the closet when Nancy stopped him.
    â€œOh, Dave. You said there were three girls in the group.”
    â€œYeah, pretty ones, too,” he replied, grinning. “One of them isn’t on campus right now—her father died. The other two are roommates, Janis Seymour and Diana DeMarco. They live over in Packard.”
    â€œThat’s where we’re staying,” Bess said.
    â€œDiana DeMarco,” Nancy repeated, searching her memory. “Wasn’t she the girl who stoppedWayne in the student union last night?” she asked Ned.
    Ned snapped his fingers. “That’s right! She seemed pretty angry with him, too.”
    â€œI think we’d better talk to Janis and Diana next,” Nancy declared.
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    â€œI hope they’re here,” Bess said later that morning. She and Nancy were standing in the