Davina Dupree Suspects a Smuggler by S. K. Sheridan

Author:S. K. Sheridan
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781782815266
Publisher: G2 Rights Ltd

Wednesday, 8th February

The plot thickens, Diary.

By breakfast time, the whole school seemed to know what had happened.

There was a buzz in the dining room as we ate our smoked mackerel on seeded toast with lemon mayonnaise. Literally EVERYONE seemed to be talking about it.

‘Apparently Marcel’s scream made Mrs Fairchild sprint from her office...’

‘They’re calling the police in, there’s a criminal amongst us...’

‘ALL of the Italian sweets are gone, Marcel will never be able to make Magic Mousse again...’

‘Noooo!’ Arabella yelled, when she heard this remark.

Marcel came out of the kitchen to talk to Mrs Fairchild, who was sitting on a table not far from our own. He didn’t look like the chef we’d come to know and love, his face was pale, his eyes looked down and his shoulders sagged. Poor Marcel. I was annoyed to see Clarice and Cleo intercepting him on his way over. Whatever they said to him made him shake his head vigorously and look even more miserable. #So whingy.

‘Meesus Fairchild,’ he cried, as he got nearer to the headmistress’s table. ‘Those blonde ‘aired girls just told me they think ze thief is Franco, as e’s new and nothing like this ever ‘appened before ‘e arrived. But I’ve known Franco since ‘e was born. I can’t believe –‘

Mrs Fairchild sighed.

‘I believe you may be talking about Cleo and Clarice, Marcel, and if I’m not mistaken, Franco accidentally poured mint sauce all over Clarice’s white top the other night.’ Her eyes twitched mischievously. ‘Let’s not forget that this may be why those particular girls are so quick to point the finger at Franco, to exact some sort of petty revenge.’

Marcel shook his head despairingly.

‘I ‘aven’t slept all night,’ he said, wringing his hands. ‘I just don’t know what to theenk anymore. Maybe I should resign-‘

‘Don’t you dare,’ Mrs Fairchild said, rather fiercely for her. ‘You and I shall be brave and stick together, Marcel. If we do that, and with the help of the police – who I’ll ring later today - we’ll somehow get to the bottom of this mystery once and for all. And today we’ll buy back at least some of your ingredients and keep them under lock and key until the thief has been caught. Deal?’ She stuck her hand out. Marcel sighed.

‘Deal,’ he said. ‘Thank you, Meesus Fairchild. You are indeed a magnificent lady.’ Mrs Fairchild twinkled and giggled in reply.

Arabella turned to me.

‘We should investigate too,’ she said in a low voice. ‘This is the worst crisis I’ve ever faced. I think I might die if I can never eat Magic Mousse again.’ I grinned. She can be so melodramatic sometimes.

‘OK,’ I said. ‘What shall we do?’

‘We need to take a look at the scene of the crime ourselves,’ Arabella muttered. ‘Take a look at the cellars without a grown up breathing down our necks. That way-‘

‘What are you two whispering about?’ Mrs Bunn came waddling over, a beam on her face but her eyes sharp like usual. ‘Come on, eat up or you’ll be late for lessons.

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