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A foreign revolution, a kidnapped princess, and a trove of priceless rubies are linked to a prestigious girls school, where staff members are brutally murdered.

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For Stella and Larry Kirwan

Prologue Summer Term

It was the opening day of the summer term at Meadowbank school. The late afternoon sun shone down on the broad gravel sweep in front of the house. The front door was flung hospitably wide, and just within it, admirably suited to its Georgian proportions, stood Miss Vansittart, every hair in place, wearing an impeccably cut coat and skirt.

Some parents who knew no better had taken her for the great Miss Bulstrode herself, not knowing that it was Miss Bulstrodes custom to retire to a kind of holy of holies to which only a selected and privileged few were taken.

To one side of Miss Vansittart, operating on a slightly different plane, was Miss Chadwick, comfortable, knowledgeable, and so much a part of Meadowbank that it would have been impossible to imagine Meadowbank without her. It had never been without her. Miss Bulstrode and Miss Chadwick had started Meadowbank school together. Miss Chadwick wore pince-nez, stooped, was dowdily dressed, amiably vague in speech, and happened to be a brilliant mathematician.

Various welcoming words and phrases, uttered graciously by Miss Vansittart, floated through the house.

How do you do, Mrs Arnold? Well, Lydia, did you enjoy your Hellenic cruise? What a wonderful opportunity! Did you get some good photographs?

Yes, Lady Garnett, Miss Bulstrode had your letter about the Art Classes and everythings been arranged.

How are you, Mrs Bird?Well? I dont think Miss Bulstrode will have time today to discuss the point. Miss Rowan is somewhere about if youd like to talk to her about it?

Weve moved your bedroom, Pamela. Youre in the far wing by the apple tree

Yes, indeed, Lady Violet, the weather has been terrible so far this spring. Is this your youngest? What is your name? Hector? What a nice aeroplane you have, Hector.

Trs heureuse de vous voir, Madame. Ah, je regrette, ce ne serait pas possible, cette aprs-midi. Mademoiselle Bulstrode est tellement occupe.

Good afternoon, Professor. Have you been digging up some more interesting things?

II

In a small room on the first floor, Ann Shapland, Miss Bulstrodes secretary, was typing with speed and efficiency. Ann was a nice-looking young woman of thirty-five, with hair that fitted her like a black satin cap. She could be attractive when she wanted to be but life had taught her that efficiency and competence often paid better results and avoided painful complications. At the moment she was concentrating on being everything that a secretary to the headmistress of a famous girls school should be.

From time to time, as she inserted a fresh sheet in her machine, she looked out of the window and registered interest in the arrivals.

Goodness! said Ann to herself, awed, I didnt know there were so many chauffeurs left in England!

Then she smiled in spite of herself, as a majestic Rolls moved away and a very small Austin of battered age drove up. A harassed-looking father emerged from it with a daughter who looked far calmer than he did.

As he paused uncertainly, Miss Vansittart emerged from the house and took charge.

Major Hargreaves? And this is Alison? Do come into the house. Id like you to see Alisons room for yourself. I

Ann grinned and began to type again.

Good old Vansittart, the glorified understudy, she said to herself. She can copy all the Bulstrodes tricks. In fact shes word perfect!

An enormous and almost incredibly opulent Cadillac, painted in two tones, raspberry fool and azure blue, swept (with difficulty owing to its length) into the drive and drew up behind Major the Hon. Alistair Hargreaves ancient Austin.

The chauffeur sprang to open the door, an immense bearded, dark-skinned man, wearing a flowing aba, stepped out, a Parisian fashion plate followed and then a slim dark girl.

Thats probably Princess Whatshername herself, thought Ann. Cant imagine her in school uniform, but I suppose the miracle will be apparent tomorrow

Both Miss Vansittart and Miss Chadwick appeared on this occasion.

Theyll be taken to the Presence, decided Ann.

Then she thought that, strangely enough, one didnt quite like making jokes about Miss Bulstrode. Miss Bulstrode was Someone.

So youd better mind your P.s and Q.s, my girl, she said to herself, and finish these letters without making any mistakes.

Not that Ann was in the habit of making mistakes. She could take her pick of secretarial posts. She had been P.A. to the chief executive of an oil company, private secretary to Sir Mervyn Todhunter, renowned alike for his erudition, his irritability and the illegibility of his handwriting. She numbered two Cabinet Ministers and an important Civil Servant among her employers. But on the whole, her work had always lain amongst men. She wondered how she was going to like being, as she put it herself, completely submerged in women. Wellit was all experience! And there was always Dennis! Faithful Dennis returning from Malaya, from Burma, from various parts of the world, always the same, devoted, asking her once again to marry him. Dear Dennis! But it would be very dull to be married to Dennis.

She would miss the company of men in the near future. All these schoolmistressy charactersnot a man about the place, except a gardener of about eighty.

But here Ann got a surprise. Looking out of the window, she saw there was a man clipping the hedge just beyond the driveclearly a gardener but a long way from eighty. Young, dark, good-looking. Ann wondered about himthere had been some talk of getting extra labourbut this was no yokel. Oh well, nowadays people did every kind of job. Some young man trying to get together some money for some project or other, or indeed just to keep body and soul together. But he was cutting the hedge in a very expert manner. Presumably he was a real gardener after all!

He looks, said Ann to herself, he looks as though he might be amusing

Only one more letter to do, she was pleased to note, and then she might stroll round the garden

III

Upstairs, Miss Johnson, the matron, was busy allotting rooms, welcoming newcomers, and greeting old pupils.

She was pleased it was term time again. She never knew quite what to do with herself in the holidays. She had two married sisters with whom she stayed in turn, but they were naturally more interested in their own doings and families than in Meadowbank. Miss Johnson, though dutifully fond of her sisters, was really only interested in Meadowbank.

Yes, it was nice that term had started

Miss Johnson?

Yes, Pamela.

I say, Miss Johnson. I think somethings broken in my case. Its oozed all over things. I think its hair oil.

Chut, chut! said Miss Johnson, hurrying to help.

IV

On the grass sweep of lawn beyond the gravelled drive, Mademoiselle Blanche, the new French mistress, was walking. She looked with appreciative eyes at the powerful young man clipping the hedge.

Assez bien, thought Mademoiselle Blanche.

Mademoiselle Blanche was slender and mouselike and not very noticeable, but she herself noticed everything.

Her eyes went to the procession of cars sweeping up to the front door. She assessed them in terms of money. This Meadowbank was certainly formidable! She summed up mentally the profits that Miss Bulstrode must be making.

Yes, indeed! Formidable!

V

Miss Rich, who taught English and Geography, advanced towards the house at a rapid pace, stumbling a little now and then because, as usual, she forgot to look where she was going. Her hair, also as usual, had escaped from its bun. She had an eager ugly face.

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