July by Gabrielle Lord - Conspiracy 365 07 - July

Author:Gabrielle Lord - Conspiracy 365 07 - July [Lord, Gabrielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781935279563
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Goodreads: 7066728
Publisher: Hodder Children's Books
Published: 2009-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

We left my great-aunt behind, humming away, and Sister Jerome hurried me downstairs.

‘Where are we going?’

From a fold in her robe, Sister Jerome drew a ring of old-fashioned keys. ‘To the archives!’

She led me to a door at the end of a corridor. I waited while she unlocked it, stepped in and switched on a light. We were faced with a creepy opening in the floor—a flight of stone stairs descending into the darkness of a cellar.

‘All the convent’s archives are kept down here,’ she said, as I followed her down the narrow steps.

At the bottom, Sister Jerome switched on another light. We were in a cold, damp underground room, a little bigger than Repro’s place, lined with shelves and cabinets. Unlike Repro’s place, these shelves were orderly and neat, arranged meticulously with bulging folders and files from the ground to the ceiling. In an alcove down the far end were two large wooden chests, one on top of the other.

‘The oldest archives are kept in here,’ said Sister Jerome, blowing dust off the top chest. ‘Unfortunately, the earliest records will be right down there in that bottom chest. Sister Mary Perpetua’s been with us for nearly seventy years. Twice as long as me. Please give me a hand to lift these off so that we can get to it.’ She stepped back for a moment, her hands on her hips. ‘I still can’t believe she spoke!’ she said. ‘She must have been waiting for just the right moment! Or just the right person!’

With renewed energy, we lifted the top chest down onto the floor, freeing up the lower one.

I felt a thrill as Sister Jerome unlocked and lifted its creaking lid. It was filled with dusty packets and folders tied up with pink tape. She rummaged around, sorting through the packets until she came to a thick, dark-brown envelope.

‘Here it is!’ Sister Jerome handed it to me. ‘I knew it would be here.’

The flowery, old-fashioned handwriting on the front of it read: ‘Millicent Butler Ormond, 1939.’

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