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reviewing their movie footage. ‘You’re dad’s a good helper,’ she said to Will.
    â€˜He must really like your mum because he usually hates washing up,’ Will whispered.
    Clementine giggled. ‘I think my mum must like him too because she would never let guests help.’
    Lady Clarissa looked over at the children. ‘What are you two whispering about?’
    â€˜Nothing,’ Clementine said, grinning at Will.
    Lady Clarissa turned back to Uncle Digby. ‘I was going to ask you about those glasses. Where did you find them?’
    â€˜It was the strangest thing,’ the man replied. ‘They were the glasses I put out for dinner this evening. I took them out of the cupboard and checked that they were clean, but when I went back to change the candlesticks I noticed that they all had lipstick marks on the rims.’
    â€˜Thank goodness you spotted it.’ Lady Clarissa sighed. ‘Mr Doncaster would have had a fit.’
    Clementine nudged Will. ‘What colour is the lipstick?’ she said, climbing down from her chair and walking over to take a look.
    Will held a glass in the air, examining it closely. ‘It’s a dark shade of pink,’ he replied.
    Clementine picked up another glass and narrowed her eyes at its stained rim. Will hurried over to join her. ‘Aunt Violet wears lipstick that colour,’ Clementine said quietly.
    Will nodded. ‘Maybe she’s the one who’s been doing all those strange things.’
    Just as Clementine put the champagne flute back by the sink, a bloodcurdling scream rang out from upstairs.
    Lady Clarissa dropped the rolling pin and Digby Pertwhistle sent a pile of onions flying off the bench.
    â€˜Heavens, I almost lost a finger!’ the man exclaimed.
    Drew whipped off his rubber gloves and raced upstairs with Lady Clarissa, Uncle Digby and the children right behind him. Just as they reached the top, there was another shriek.
    â€˜It’s coming from the Blue Room,’ Uncle Digby panted.
    They ran along the hallway and found Mr Doncaster poking his head out of his bedroom door.
    â€˜What’s going on?’ the man demanded, scurrying out to join them.
    Drew knocked on the door of Ms Spencer’s room and turned the handle. ‘Are you all right in there?’ he called, tentatively poking his head inside.
    The woman was standing in the middle of the bedroom dressed in a towel with another piled on her head. ‘There’s a monster in the drain!’ she shrieked.
    â€˜What are you talking about?’ Alfie Doncaster pushed his way past the others and headed straight into the ensuite. The rest of the group followed.
    Lady Clarissa’s heart thumped.
    â€˜The water wasn’t draining properly, so I decided to have a look in the plughole. I’m quite handy, you know, and I didn’t want to bother anyone,’ Finley said between sobs. ‘I started to pull and, oh, it was ghastly.’ The woman shuddered dramatically.
    Alfie and Drew peered into the shower. Within a flash Alfie produced a pair of latex gloves from his pocket and picked up the creature, placing it into the empty bathtub, where he could inspect it more closely.
    â€˜It’s not a monster, Ms Spencer,’ Alfie Doncaster concluded. ‘It’s a giant hair ball.’

    â€˜Oh, that’s disgusting.’ The woman touched her forehead with the back of her hand and looked as if she were about to faint.
    Lady Clarissa’s eyes widened at the sight of the matted mess. ‘But I’m meticulous with my bathroom cleaning,’ she said, dumbfounded.
    Uncle Digby shook his head. ‘I don’t understand, either. I flush all the drains with Drain-O once a month.’
    Clementine looked at the hair and then at Will. ‘Someone cut off Nellie’s hair,’ she said.
    â€˜Who’s Nellie?’ Mr Doncaster asked. ‘Don’t tell me there’s another pet.’
    â€˜My