THE VERY SECRET DIARY
Dippet sank back, looking faintly disappointed.
“You may go, Tom. . . .”
Riddle slid off his chair and slouched out of the room. Harry fol-
lowed him.
Down the moving spiral staircase they went, emerging next to
the gargoyle in the darkening corridor. Riddle stopped, and so
did Harry, watching him. Harry could tell that Riddle was doing
some serious thinking. He was biting his lip, his forehead fur-
rowed.
Then, as though he had suddenly reached a decision, he hurried
off, Harry gliding noiseles