After a frighteningly long stretch of silence, the nervous rush of whispered conversation and hesitantly spoken accusations began.  If Val had had any real hopes of gleaning some clues from the way the votes fell, she soon realized how vain those hopes were, for no two people seemed able to agree on who the culprit might be.<br/><br/>So she hesitated, pondered, changed her mind at least five times, and then at last ventured a name.  "Perhaps<strong>Mr Bigglesworth</strong>knows something."