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Оглавлениеhat? The whole school seemed to gasp at the same time.
I couldn’t believe it. Of all the sentences to have come out of a stranger’s mouth on the assembly-hall stage … Well, I hadn’t been expecting that. He was the son of our evil former headmaster? And he owned the school? Why?
“We will have to talk about this elsewhere, Master Bartholomew,” Mrs Knight said firmly.
He smiled back at her as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “Of course,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “That’s what I was hoping. I’ve got a lot of plans I want to explain to you. Oh, and do call me Barty, everyone does.”
He gave a winning smile as he stepped down off the stage and to the side of the room, though I don’t think anyone’s gaze left him. He leant against the wall again, putting his foot up on it like he owned the place – which, according to him, he did.
Mrs Knight looked around helplessly. Her eyes rested on Miss Bowler, our loud-mouthed games teacher, who was at the side of the room. “Ah!” she said, seeming relieved that she’d found a lifeline. “Miss Bowler, while I’m dealing with this, can you come up and give the announcements for the new term?”
Miss Bowler, who always liked the chance to shout at people, bounded up on to the stage and took Mrs Knight’s notes from her. “Right, then!” she boomed as the headmistress scurried off towards Henry Bartholomew. Her voice echoed from the walls. “Listen up! Hockey club will be starting next Thursday afternoon and …”
For possibly the first time ever, I don’t think anyone was listening to Miss Bowler (and she was pretty difficult to ignore). We were all trying to lip-read Mrs Knight’s quiet conversation with the young man in the corner. After a few minutes she led him back out of the hall, and once again all our heads turned round to follow them.
“Eyes front!” Miss Bowler yelled, and everyone snapped to attention again.
“What is going on?” I whispered to Ivy, once Miss Bowler was back in full flow. “And where did he come from?”
My twin just shrugged, but she looked worried. Whatever was going on … it didn’t seem good.
All anyone was talking about as we left the hall was the sudden appearance of Henry Bartholomew, or Barty (shudder) and what it all meant.
“I can’t believe Mr Bartholomew’s son is here,” I said. “What is he up to? Do you think he’s as bad as his father?”
“I don’t have any idea what you’re on about,” said Ebony, who was walking beside us.
Oops. This was probably going to take some explaining.
“The old headmaster,” I began. “He was awful. Super strict. One of his punishments went too far and killed someone. We had to get him to admit it, so that the police would arrest him.”
Ebony recoiled. “Oh!” she said, looking horrified.
Then I remembered something. “Ivy! We nearly forgot! We have to show Ariadne …” I trailed off, seeing Ebony’s face.
After all that she’d done, had she earned enough trust to be part of our group? “Show me what?” Ariadne asked.
I looked at Ivy, but she was staring down at her timetable and not being at all helpful. I sighed. Maybe Ebony was involved already.
“We found some papers that belonged to our mother,” I explained reluctantly. “But they were in code.”
Ariadne gasped. “The Whispers’ code?”
“We think so,” said Ivy, who was paying attention again now. “Well, we hope so. Otherwise it’s going to take even longer to figure out what it says.”
“Oh gosh,” our friend exclaimed. “I’ll look at it after class. How exciting!”
But as we got nearer to the Latin classroom, there was a commotion coming from within that got louder and louder. We found our Latin teacher, Miss Simons, trying to calm everyone down.
“Please!” she was begging them. “Please sit down! We must have silence!”
But no one was listening.
“What happened to Mr Bartholomew?”
“And how come his son owns the school?”
“What do you think he’s going to do? Perhaps he’ll fix the heating!”
I saw that even Rose, who was usually silent, was whispering excitedly to her newly returned best friend (and my former worst enemy) Violet. I waved at them, but they were too engrossed in their conversation to notice.
Miss Simons looked over at us in exasperation. “Girls, please …”
I slammed my fist down on the desk. “Everyone shut up!”
That got their attention. They all went quiet.
The Latin teacher didn’t look as pleased as I’d hoped. “Scarlet,” she said with a sigh, “I appreciate the effort, but that was a bit much.”
“Sorry, Miss,” I said. “It worked, though.”
We found our seats, while Miss Simons started writing on the board. “Thank you, girls,” she said. “I’m sure we’ll find out about this Henry Bartholomew fellow in due course. Now, if we could please all focus on our Latin …”
The last lesson of the day for us was ballet. We ran to our room to change. I laid my hand on the music box. “Soon your secrets will be revealed,” I whispered to it. Ivy rolled her eyes at me.
Our ballet lessons were held down in the school’s chilly basement, with our two teachers, Miss Finch and Madame Zelda. We were the first to arrive, thanks to our speedy changing, and we stopped at the bottom of the stairs when we saw that Mrs Knight was down there talking to them.
“He says his father has died – though he didn’t seem too upset about that,” she said, running a hand through her greying hair.
I stepped into the room. “What? Mr Bartholomew is dead?”
The teachers turned to look at me.
“Oh, hello, Scarlet,” Mrs Knight said. “Yes, it would appear so. I saw the death certificate. That is how this young Master Henry has come into possession of Rookwood.”
Ivy looked shell-shocked. It was a bit of a surprise. Well, our former headmaster was a cruel man, and one who was very old and incredibly sickly. But it still seemed strange that he could really be dead and gone. After everything he’d done … And now his son was taking over?
“Um, anyway, yes, he tells me that he’s got plans for the school,” Mrs Knight continued. “But I’m telling everyone not to panic. I’m sure this will all be sorted out. I’ve arranged to meet him again at three o’clock.”
“Right,” said Miss Finch, sharing a worried glance with Madame Zelda. “We’ll see you in the staff room.”
Mrs Knight left, wringing her hands. She didn’t seem as confident as her words suggested.
“This sounds fishy,” I whispered to Ivy, who nodded, still wide-eyed and a little pale from the news. I wondered what these “plans” would be.
“Come on, then, girls,” Miss Finch called from her seat at the piano. “Let’s get warmed up.”
It was always a relief to get back to dancing again. For an hour, in front of the endless reflections in the mirrors, I could forget about everything. I didn’t have to think about the secret box or our stepmother or Mr Bartholomew and his son. It was nothing but muscles and movement and music. And for once, everyone else was focused as well. Even Penny withheld her usual snide comments.
But when the lesson ended, and we’d curtseyed to the teachers, reality came rushing back.
I kept wondering exactly what Henry Bartholomew had planned for us. “Should we spy on their meeting?” I whispered to Ivy as we took off our toe shoes.
She made a face. “How would we do that? We can’t just walk into the staff room – there’ll be teachers in there.”
Hmm. That was true. And even if we looked in through the windows, we wouldn’t be able to see anything unless we were pressed up against them, and that would certainly give us away. I sighed. “I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.”
At least we had something to focus on: showing Ariadne what we’d found at home. We raced back to the dorm. We still had a few hours before dinner, and Ariadne came straight to our room as soon as she’d finished with hockey. Ebony had somehow managed to get away with avoiding games all together, and was presumably still holed up somewhere writing essays on sporting activities – the task she’d been given after refusing to do sports last term.
After the news of Mr Bartholomew’s death had been thoroughly dissected, we sat around on the floor of our bedroom with the music box in front of us. “So look,” I said, eager to show our friend what we’d found. “You open it up and it starts to play the tune. But when you hear that strange click, you can open the secret compartment.” I pulled it and there, sure enough, were the photographs and the paper covered in code.
“Oh gosh,” said Ariadne as I gently handed her the papers. “How amazing! I can’t believe this secret was just hiding in there for all these years!”
“Does it look like the same code you translated before?” Ivy asked anxiously.
Ariadne frowned. “I think so. Or maybe a slight variation. I’ll see what I can do.”
I grinned at her. “You’re the best, Ariadne.”
She grinned back at me. “I’m so glad to be part of the team again.”
I wrapped my arm round her shoulder. “No matter what happens, you’re always part of the team!” I took a deep breath. “But … perhaps don’t show it to Ebony. Not just yet, anyway.”
Ariadne seemed a bit perturbed about that, but nothing could ruin my excitement at that moment. We were finally going to uncover our mother’s last secrets.
