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Clack. First thing next morning, something dropped through Lucy Smith’s letter box and hit the mat. Yawning, straight from bed, she shambled from her room and collected the buff, windowed envelope.

She checked the back; no sender’s address. Curious, she tore the bitter envelope open with her teeth then pulled out the crisp, white paper.

Discarding envelope on floor, she unfolded the note. It read:

Mz Lucille Smuth,

77, Osmosis Tenements,

Dead End Street,

Wheatley 2

(April 15)

Drear Mz Smuth;

Please make an appointment to see me at the erliest oppurtunity, to discuss staff and student complaints that you have an altitude problem.

Yours

Gerald Soldacre,

Principal, Wheatley Pollytecnick.

Lucy frowned. Meanwhile the phone began to ring. She went to answer it.

Altitude problems?