freshly-bleached bathroom?â
âListen,â replied Gemma, âam I the only one who thinks we should drop the case? Whatever happened to her, Jenna Jenkins is now alive and well. Whatever the Professors are doing is their own business. Firstly, itâs probably boring, like most businesses. Secondly, theyâve proven theyâre not against locking up people in cupboards, and I donât really want to try that out.â
âAt least,â I remarked, âbeing locked up in a cupboard would give one a good excuse not to go to PE.â
Gemma and Toby got up and started warming up for sprint. Mr. Halitosis was already jumping up and down to try to get rid of his beer belly, screaming, âCome on, children! You can do it! Youâve got it in you!â
âI canât run, Mr. Barnes, Iâve sprained my ankle.â
âA likely story, Sophie! Next time youâll tell me youâve injured your ponytail.â
âIt kind of hurts too, actually.â
âRun! Running empties your head.â
âThat explains it,â I muttered.
I ran for about ten minutes, but it didnât empty my head. In fact, my skull was positively purring in the manner of Peter Mortimer when his stomach is being stroked. The overload of mysteries was twisting my brains into plaits.
There was no doubt that the Philips brothers were a criminal couple of crooks. But apart from the fact that one sported a goatee and the other one a moustache, I didnât have any way of proving it to the world. Jenna Jenkins had said she hadnât been locked up, and if I talked about the dodgy conversation Iâd overheard, my parents would choose both not to believe me and to punish me for skating to the Fitz on my own in the middle of the night. Parents are contradictory like that.
âIâm not surprised Professor Philips is a bloodthirsty bandit, anyway,â said Toby next to me. âHe looked scary.â
âSpeaking of scary people,â interfered Gemma, âwhat was in his letter to your mum?â
âDunno . . . Iâd completely forgotten about that. Probably something to do with their business meetings.â
âI do hope heâs better at business than he isat spelling,â said Gemma haughtily.
âWhat do youâ?â
âSophie Seade, is that what you call running?â Mr. Halitosisâs voice interfered.
âYes, itâs a special kind of running I made up. Itâs much less tiring than normal running.â
âIâm afraid someone made it up before you and called it walking. I want to see you run!â
I had to conform to his definition and painfully caught up with Gemma. âWhat . . . do . . . you . . . mean . . . about spelling?â
âOh, that. Didnât you see? The address on the envelope was riddled with spelling mistakes! Personally, I never get my apostrophes wrong. And I certainly would not leave out the d in âCambridgeâ.â
I stopped in my tracks, grabbing Gemmaâs collar (she gurgled a bit) and stammered, âSpelling mistakes! Oh, Gemz! How did you not tell me that before?â
âI meant to, but then I was gravely ill, remember? Why? It doesnât matter!â
âIt does! It does! Thatâs it! I get it!â Iturned to Gemma and Toby. âReverend Tan told us that Jenna is dyslexic! Professor Philips hadnât written a letter to Mum. He was delivering the letter from Jenna. He forced her to write it!â
âSophie Seade, if you donât start running again, Iâll send you to the Headâs!â boomed Mr. Halitosis, and all the flowers around him withered and died in the vapors of his breath.
I gave him the furious glare he deserved and started running again, Toby and Gemma on my heels.
âHe . . . forced her . . . to write . . . the
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