"I wish the wind would drop," I said. "When it blows from the north it makes queer whining noises like souls in distress."

Eileen said: "It must be all those monks rising up in protest against old Henry who destroyed their Abbey."

"That's no reason why they should complain to us," I pointed out.

"They're complaining about the injustices of the world," retorted Eileen. "Mind you, we all feel like that sometimes."

"Oh, Eileen, you're contented enough."

"I shall be when we break up for Christmas. Just imagine the bliss. No more trying to make Constables out of people who can't draw a straight line. The only one here who has a modicum of talent is Eugenie Verringer, though Teresa Hurst is coming on nicely. No more lovers of Verona and that wretched pound of flesh. Clare Simpson sounds more like a pork butcher than a brilliant young lawyer. It was a great mistake to cast her as Portia."

"She has two young sisters, candidates for the Academy," I pointed out. "Don't forget parents will be coming to the perfected performance."

"Who knows, it might be enough to put them off forever. I must say Charlotte makes a fair Romeo. She's quite a good actress, that girl. I don't think Eugenie is right for Juliet, but then the poor girl lost her sister. I wonder how Sir Henry Irving would like to choose his actors for Daisy's reasons?"

"Oh, Eileen, it is only the school play!"

Eileen put on an air of mock despair. "How can I be expected to produce a masterpiece when you, my fellow conspirator in this impossible task, see it only as the school play!"

So it went on. The sessions in the calefactory were a great relief and Eileen was always amusing. There wasn't one who was not looking forward with anticipation to the Christmas holidays.

It was the beginning of December. The cold persisted although we were able to get out. Miss Hetherington allowed tobogganing down the gentle slope and the girls were enjoying it immensely. The gardeners had made extra toboggans so that several of the girls could indulge at the same time.

Then one night I was awakened. This time by Eugenie.

"Miss Grant. Miss Grant." She was shaking me. "Wake up. Charlotte. She's ill... just as I was."

I hastily put on my dressing gown and slippers and went to their room.

This was worse than Eugenie's attacks. Charlotte was writhing in pain; she was very sick and her face was the same colour as the sheets.

I said: "Get Miss Hetherington at once."

Daisy came and I could see that even she was alarmed. This was a different aspect of the case. Eugenie might have had a weakness, but when another girl was taken iii that was a serious matter.

"We'll get the doctor at once," she said. "Go down to the stables and see if you can find Tom Rolt. Send him off immediately. Better put something warm on first. We don't want you down with pneumonia."

I hastily put on boots and a cloak and dashed out, my steps crunching on the snow, the wind blowing my hair about my face. I found Tom Rolt, who lived over the stables. He was disgruntled at being called out and it took him a little time to get the trap ready. He took it because he said he would be able to bring the doctor back with him.

This he did, but it was an hour and a hall after Eugenie had awakened me before he came and by that time Charlotte was a little better. The pain seemed to have disappeared and she lay white and still in her bed.

The doctor was a little peevish to have been brought from his bed for what he considered to be another bilious attack. He had thought at first that it was Eugenie he was coming to see and was surprised to find it was another girl.

"It's the same complaint," he said. "There must be something here which is upsetting the girls."

"I can assure you, Doctor," said Daisy with a hint of righteous wrath, "that there is nothing in this school to harm my girls."

"It is something they are taking. You see, Miss Hetherington, the symptoms are the same. There is something which is poisoning them and naturally they are rejecting it."

"Poisoning them! I never heard of such a thing! Everything we eat here is of the best. We grow our own food. You can question the gardeners."

"There are lots of new ideas now, Miss Hetherington. There are things that poison some and not others. It seems these two girls are rejecting something which they are eating."

"Charlotte's attack is worse than Eugenie's."

"It may be that she has not got the same resistance to it. This girl is very weak. She will have to rest for a week, I should say."

"Oh dear, how distressing. We shall have to find a new Romeo."

I couldn't help smiling although I was upset to see Charlotte so Heaven knew she had been a trial to me but she was pathetic now, a shadow of her former arrogant self.

"She should be carefully fed white she is recovering," said the doctor. "Just a light diet. Boiled fish, milk puddings ..."

"Of course," said Daisy. "She should stay in bed, you say."

"Yes, until she feels strong enough to get up. This will have weakened her considerably. The main thing is to be careful of what you give her to eat. There must be something which is not agreeing with the girls."

"h is strange," I commented, "that it should have happened to two in the same room."

The doctor looked round the room as though searching for some evil there in those four walls.

"A coincidence most likely," he said. He looked at Eugenie who was sitting on her bed looking frightened. "She should have absolute rest. She'll sleep tonight for I am going to give her a sedative, and I should like her to sleep through tomorrow. It would be better if she could be in a room on her own."

Miss Hetherington looked perplexed. "All the rooms are fully occupied at the moment ..."

I said: "Eugenie's bed could be moved into my room."

"That's an excellent idea, Miss Grant. We'll get that done tomorrow. For a few nights, Eugenie, you will sleep in Miss Grant's room. In the morning take what you need as quietly as you can." She turned back to me. "It would only be for a few nights. Then we'll be back to normal."

"Good," said the doctor. "She's sleeping- now. She'll be better in the morning ... but rest and then very careful diet."

"We need have no fears," said Daisy. "Miss Grant is in charge of this section and she will see that everything is as you say it should be."

"Yes, indeed I will, Miss Hetherington."

"Well, I'm sorry we had to call you out, Doctor," went on Daisy.

"Oh, that can't be helped, Miss Hetherington." "I think you had better take a little brandy before Rolt drives you back."

"Thank you. That would be pleasant."

They went off leaving me in the room with the two girls.

"I should try to get some sleep now, Eugenie," I said.

"I was so frightened, Miss Grant. She looked so ill. I thought she was going to die. Did I look as ill as all that?"

"Yes, you looked quite ill ... and see how you recovered. Now go to sleep and in the morning your bed will be taken into my room."

"Yes, Miss Grant."

She was very subdued and unlike the Eugenie I had known.

On a sudden impulse I tucked her in and kissed her as I might a child. As soon as I had done it I reproached myself. But oddly enough, Eugenie seemed pleased. She smiled and said gently: "Good night, Miss Grant."


In the morning Charlotte was still very weak and tired. Daisy brought up two men from the stables to move the bed and this was done quietly and with speed. The doctor came again and I could see that he was more concerned than he had been on the previous night. Then I supposed he had been a little irritated at being called out and been inclined to dismiss Charlotte's indisposition as trivial.

He said: "It's a case of rather virulent food poisoning."

Daisy was horrified. She was quite fond of the girls though Charlotte's nature had never been an endearing one, but her real concern was for the school. An elopement last term. A death by poisoning this! That could be fatal for the Academy.

During that first day Charlotte was very ill and Eugenie was very upset indeed. I was surprised that she could show such depth of feeling, even for her greatest friend, for she had never struck me as a particularly affectionate girl.

In a way it made her more vulnerable, more amenable, and oddly enough she seemed to cling to me for comfort. When we were in bed-she in hers under the crucifix which was carved into the wall and I on the other side of the room- she would lie sleepless and I sensed she desperately wanted to talk.

"Miss Grant," she said on our first night. "Are you going to marry my uncle?"

I was taken completely by surprise. I stammered: "My dear Eugenie, what gave you such an idea?"

"Well, he wants to, I know. And he was always trying to be with you ... though not so much now. I wouldn't mind if you did. You'd be a sort of aunt, wouldn't you? You mightn't like it though. He's not very nice. And Teresa says you are going to marry that other man John Somebody. She says he is lovely ..."

"Well," I said, trying to speak lightly, "you girls seem to have settled my fate."

"Miss Grant, is Charlotte going to die?"

"Of course not. She'll be better in a few days."

"Suppose she did. She'd want to confess ... about that letter."

"What letter?"

"The one about Mrs. Martindale."

"You sent that. You ... and Charlotte!"

"Yes. We were so angry with you because you parted us when you first came. Charlotte said we'd have revenge. We'd bide our time, she said. That's what we did and when it seemed as if it might be true, it didn't seem so bad."

"It was a wicked thing to do."

"I know. That's why I have to confess ... in case Charlotte dies with it on her conscience. She wouldn't want that."

"First of all stop talking about Charlotte's dying. You'll laugh at yourself in a few days' time. And as for that letter. It was silly and unkind, and only mean people send anonymous letters. Your accusations are quite untrue. Your uncle says that Mrs. Martindale went to London. If she wants to do that it is no one's concern. Never do such a thing again."

"But you forgive us?"

"Yes, I do, but remember ... it was mean and cruel and wicked."

"All right. I'll tell Charlotte if she's well enough."

"Yes do, and tell her that I think you were two silly and immature girls ... and that's an end to the matter."

"Oh, thank you, Miss Grant."

After that she seemed to get quite fond of me and I liked her better too. She had been worried about that letter and that did show some finer feelings. I forgot how it had upset me and had really changed my feelings towards Jason; but it was a relief to know that at least that unsavoury matter was cleared up.

During the next day Charlotte seemed a little better, but still very weak, and she hardly noticed that Eugenie was not in her room.

It was Eugenie's second night in my room when I made the shattering discovery which was to open my eyes and make me realize that I was in the midst of some sinister and dangerous conspiracy.

Eugenie lay in her bed, ready for what seemed to be becoming a bedtime chat - a mark of our new relationship.

"Charlotte was all right during the day before she was so ill, and she was laughing and joking. She said she was going to see if she could jigjag the toboggan down the slopes the next day and to see if we could skate on the fish ponds. They were frozen then."

"I hardly think Miss Hetherington would allow that."

"We were sure she wouldn't."

"And you wouldn't be so foolish as to attempt such a thing without first asking permission."

"Oh no, Miss Grant, we shouldn't have done that."

"You do realize it could be very dangerous."

"I think that was why Charlotte liked the idea. She was laughing about it. She was so well. She had a second helping of soup. She said it was too salty and it made her thirsty, so later on she drank my milk as well as her own. I didn't want mine. So it didn't matter."

I had been thinking of the girls' attempting to skate on the fish ponds and was pulled up sharp.

"What did you say? She drank your milk?"

"Yes. She was so thirsty. The soup was too salty."

I felt myself turn cold. Charlotte had drunk the milk intended for Eugenie and she had been ill as Eugenie had previously ... when presumably Eugenie had drunk her own milk.