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still.’
Kate looked at her watch.
‘We could …’ she began.
‘Don’t even think about it, Kate’ said Zoe. ‘It’s nearly tea-time. I know all this investigation stuff is exciting, but it’s going to have to wait another day.’
‘The Wicked Stepmother speaks,’ said Kate, but she was laughing.
Zoe laughed too. ‘If you don’t behave yourself,’ she said. ‘The Wicked Stepmother won’t make your favourite lemon cake for dessert.’
Then the two of them had a big long soppy hug.
I smiled. A year earlier, those two had never even heard of each other, and now they were the best of friends.
Life can be very strange sometimes.
Chapter Eleven
I t was still early next morning when Kate and I headed off on our bikes. As we cycled through the village, I could see Cathy sitting on a wall outside the shop. She was with a girl I’d never seen before and they both looked like they were all dressed up for a party or something.
‘Who’s that with Cathy?’ I whispered.
‘That’s her friend, Andrea,’ whispered Kate. ‘She sometimes stays with Cathy when she’s in Seacove. She’s kind of a mini-Cathy. She’s not very nice.’
Just then Cathy looked up and saw us approaching. She pointed at Kate and saidsomething to her friend. They both laughed – a mean, spiteful kind of laugh. Then Cathy held her nose, like something smelled bad.
I really couldn’t understand what was going on. I know that bullying is always wrong, but back when Kate seemed weird, I could kind of understand why a mean girl like Cathy would pick on her. Now though, Kate was totally nice and normal, and still Cathy gave her a hard time. Clearly the whole bullying thing had always been more to do with Cathy than with Kate!
‘Pay no attention, Kate,’ I said. ‘Cathy’s not worth it.’
Kate didn’t answer, but when I looked at her I could see a real hurt look on her face. Kate is my friend, and I hate when people upset her – so I knew it was time to do something.
I sped up my bike and zoomed towards Cathy and Andrea. When I got close to them, I suddenly veered to one side and cycled straightinto a huge puddle of mucky water. It was totally brilliant – Cathy and Andrea were soaked from their perfect highlighted hair down to their perfect glittery red toenails. They jumped up from the wall and screeched and flapped at their clothes like demented chickens.
‘Ooops, sorry, girls,’ I said, without slowing down. ‘I didn’t see you there. I think your hairspray must have got in my eyes.’
When I was safely around the next bend, I stopped my bike. A second later, Kate stopped beside me.
‘OMG,’ said Kate. ‘That was so cool, Eva. Did you see their faces? That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in hundreds of years.’
Then she looked at my clothes. ‘But you’re soaked too,’ she said.
I grinned. ‘I know,’ I said. ‘And I don’t care. It was totally worth it. Now let’s forget about Cathy and Andrea. You and I have got a job to do.’
Half an hour later we parked our bikes on a lane outside a huge old ivy-covered house.
‘Here we are,’ said Kate. ‘This is the house Martha told us about. I bet all the answers we need are somewhere in here.’
I looked through the big metal gates. Suddenly I didn’t feel so confident.
‘Yeah,’ I said, sarcastically. ‘Maybe we can go inside and search the place. Maybe we’ll look under a four-poster bed and find the stolen chalice with a note tied to the handle telling us who really took it.’
Kate rolled her eyes. ‘Now you’re just being pathetic,’ she said. ‘All we need to do is find someone who knew George Eades back in the day.’
‘And then what?’
‘And then we ask them a few questions.’
‘But we can’t just march in there, can we?’
‘Why not?’ asked Kate.
‘And what will we say?’
‘You’ll think of something,’ said Kate.
I liked her confidence in me, but wasn’t sure that I deserved it. But we’d cycled a long
Kate looked at her watch.
‘We could …’ she began.
‘Don’t even think about it, Kate’ said Zoe. ‘It’s nearly tea-time. I know all this investigation stuff is exciting, but it’s going to have to wait another day.’
‘The Wicked Stepmother speaks,’ said Kate, but she was laughing.
Zoe laughed too. ‘If you don’t behave yourself,’ she said. ‘The Wicked Stepmother won’t make your favourite lemon cake for dessert.’
Then the two of them had a big long soppy hug.
I smiled. A year earlier, those two had never even heard of each other, and now they were the best of friends.
Life can be very strange sometimes.
Chapter Eleven
I t was still early next morning when Kate and I headed off on our bikes. As we cycled through the village, I could see Cathy sitting on a wall outside the shop. She was with a girl I’d never seen before and they both looked like they were all dressed up for a party or something.
‘Who’s that with Cathy?’ I whispered.
‘That’s her friend, Andrea,’ whispered Kate. ‘She sometimes stays with Cathy when she’s in Seacove. She’s kind of a mini-Cathy. She’s not very nice.’
Just then Cathy looked up and saw us approaching. She pointed at Kate and saidsomething to her friend. They both laughed – a mean, spiteful kind of laugh. Then Cathy held her nose, like something smelled bad.
I really couldn’t understand what was going on. I know that bullying is always wrong, but back when Kate seemed weird, I could kind of understand why a mean girl like Cathy would pick on her. Now though, Kate was totally nice and normal, and still Cathy gave her a hard time. Clearly the whole bullying thing had always been more to do with Cathy than with Kate!
‘Pay no attention, Kate,’ I said. ‘Cathy’s not worth it.’
Kate didn’t answer, but when I looked at her I could see a real hurt look on her face. Kate is my friend, and I hate when people upset her – so I knew it was time to do something.
I sped up my bike and zoomed towards Cathy and Andrea. When I got close to them, I suddenly veered to one side and cycled straightinto a huge puddle of mucky water. It was totally brilliant – Cathy and Andrea were soaked from their perfect highlighted hair down to their perfect glittery red toenails. They jumped up from the wall and screeched and flapped at their clothes like demented chickens.
‘Ooops, sorry, girls,’ I said, without slowing down. ‘I didn’t see you there. I think your hairspray must have got in my eyes.’
When I was safely around the next bend, I stopped my bike. A second later, Kate stopped beside me.
‘OMG,’ said Kate. ‘That was so cool, Eva. Did you see their faces? That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in hundreds of years.’
Then she looked at my clothes. ‘But you’re soaked too,’ she said.
I grinned. ‘I know,’ I said. ‘And I don’t care. It was totally worth it. Now let’s forget about Cathy and Andrea. You and I have got a job to do.’
Half an hour later we parked our bikes on a lane outside a huge old ivy-covered house.
‘Here we are,’ said Kate. ‘This is the house Martha told us about. I bet all the answers we need are somewhere in here.’
I looked through the big metal gates. Suddenly I didn’t feel so confident.
‘Yeah,’ I said, sarcastically. ‘Maybe we can go inside and search the place. Maybe we’ll look under a four-poster bed and find the stolen chalice with a note tied to the handle telling us who really took it.’
Kate rolled her eyes. ‘Now you’re just being pathetic,’ she said. ‘All we need to do is find someone who knew George Eades back in the day.’
‘And then what?’
‘And then we ask them a few questions.’
‘But we can’t just march in there, can we?’
‘Why not?’ asked Kate.
‘And what will we say?’
‘You’ll think of something,’ said Kate.
I liked her confidence in me, but wasn’t sure that I deserved it. But we’d cycled a long
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