Midsummer's Night Murder

16

Unsurprisingly, Daisy woke first. Surprisingly, she didn't wake me up the minute she opened her eyes.

"Morning." She greeted as I sat up.

"Morning." I replied drowsily.

I checked my bedside clock: it read half past 8.

"We should get dressed, Hazel; it's almost breakfast."

I pulled a simple, pale green frock out of one of the wardrobe, and Daisy put on a much prettier blue cotton dress. Breakfast passed. Nancy and Francis had eaten breakfast earlier, and were spending the morning in town, so we ate alone.

"A perfect opportunity to do some snooping while they're away!" George beamed.

Daisy agreed: "Indeed."

"But first" I said. "We need to plan."

"Ugh alright then." Daisy replied.

We went upstairs once we'd finished breakfast, and all sat in mine and Daisy's bedroom. I sat cross-legged on the floor, Daisy and Alexander on the bed either side of my head, and George opposite me on the floor.

"Alright." He said. "What first, Hazel?"

"Well. We have found out from Chapman that Nancy and Francis get back from town at about half past 12. Therefore, I think we should prioritise: first we'll do the things that must be done while they're away."

"Such as, looking through their bedrooms." Daisy said.

"Yes." I nodded.

"And what else?" Alex asked.

"Hmm." I wondered. "Well... nothing really I suppose."

"Great! Let's go and snoop around now!" Daisy said. "Hazel and I will take Nancy's bedroom, you boys take Francis'"

I sighed. "Alright then."

We split up. I realised that Daisy had burdened the boys with the task of actually finding Francis' bedroom, while she and I could just count the number of windows we passed while climbing until we reached Nancy's room. 7 windows later, we found it, and cautiously opened the door.

"Right" She instructed. "You look through anything lower than the bed, I'll do anything higher."

"Say, that's the Junior Pinkertons' method of searching a room!"

The colour rose slightly in her cheeks.

"Why, I suppose it is! Fancy that? I didn't notice."

I smirked to myself, and began to search through the bed sheets and under the pillows.

About 5 minutes passed.

"Have you found anything yet, Daisy?"

"Not a thing." She answered, pursing her lips. "Not even a photograph of loved ones or anything personal like that."

"Funny." I frowned. Then added as a murmur to myself: "the last we found a room like that..."

I continued my search to the nightstand. Nothing but a box of tissues in the drawer and a book on top.

I moved to the gap between the floor and the wardrobe: still nothing.

At last, I moved to the chest of drawers. I stretched my arm as far as it would go, and groped around underneath. At first, I thought there was nothing, but then my fingers scraped something at the back. Wincing, I reached closer, closer... got it! I dragged it towards me with the tips of my fingers and pulled something out from under the chest of drawers. It was rectangular, and felt a little bit like... cardboard.

"A shoe box!" I exclaimed. "And it doesn't feel like it's got any shoes inside it!"

"Oooh!" Daisy scrambled over and sat down next to me.

I cautiously lifted the lid. We both peered in expectantly, and set eyes upon a small number of letters.

My detective sensing whirring, I turned to look at Daisy, who returned the grin I gave her.

We sifted through them. The first one I picked up read:

Dear Miss C Calister,

We are aware of the fact that you have been waiting for several years for an assignment, and have made the decision to give you one.

This is what you must do:

Watch and find out as much as you possibly can about the suspected criminal, 'Buttons'. (You should be aware of whom that name refers to). You may complete this task as you please, although we strongly suggest that you become close to someone he is also close with, and question them as much as you can without blowing your cover. Your false name is: Nancy Cromwell.

Good luck.

Sincerely,

The British Government Spy Department

"Daisy. Look!"

I showed her the letter and her face broke into realisation as her eyes scanned the page.

"Watson! Oh, Watson it all makes sense!! Remember when we first met Aunt Lucy, when she was undercover posing as our tutor? Well, her bedroom didn't have any photographs or notes from friends! And nor does this one! And this letter really does prove it!"

She gasped for breath.

"Nancy, or should I say Miss C Callsiter, is a spy!"

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