A Spy in the Chalet School
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#1: A Spy in the Chalet School Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 9:14 pm

A little taster, more will follow unless it is so c*** you all throw virtual rotten fruit and brick bats at me!
Times, dates and people may be in true EBD style i.e.inaccurate!

Jo was sat at her typewriter her mind on anything but the next chapter of her new novel, her husband of only 18 months had returned that week to his posting with the British army and it was with him her thoughts dwelt. The front doorbell pealed throughout the house but knowing that it could be anyone from the butcher, the baker to the proverbial candlestick maker Jo ignored it allowing Anna to answer it. A soft knock sounded on the study door and Jo looked up at the entry of Anna.
“ A gentleman to see you Frau Maynard,” Anna said in soft, guttural tones.
Jo quirked an eyebrow at the slight hesitancy over the word gentleman, but said nothing beyond “Thank you Anna, I will see him in the drawing room.” Then sighing she rose to her feet and checked her appearance in the mirror before going to greet her visitor.
The gentleman proved to be in military uniform and at the sight of him Jo felt her chest constrict with fear, “Jack?” she gasped.
“No Mrs Maynard, your husband is quite well as far as I am aware!” the visitor rising to greet her was aware of what his appearance had suggested to the young wife and made haste to reassure her.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you. I am Colonel Phillips Madam, excuse my intrusion but I am rather hoping you may be able to assist me,” the colonel had a voice pleasantly tinged with a Scottish accent.
Jo, the colour returning to her face, rang the bell for Anna, ordering tea as soon as she appeared, before replying to her guest, “Help you how precisely?” Taking a seat she motioned for her guest to do the same.
“ Mrs Maynard, would you describe yourself as a patriotic member of your country?”
Jo, still shaking from her fright, coloured slightly before remarking in a chilly tone “I find that a very impertinent question!”
Colonel Phillips lent back in his chair and surveyed his hostess with a calculating look, Anna’s entry with the tea checked the retort on Jo’s lips about the rudeness of staring, and the pair remained silent until she had left the room.
“My apologies again Mrs Maynard, unfortunately during war time one seldom has the time for social niceties and small talk but instead must take the direct approach!”
Jo nodded her acceptance at his words, “Of course I consider myself patriotic, I also consider myself a Christian and therefore opposed to what Hitler is doing!” handing a cup of tea to him she added, “but you still haven’t told me how I can assist you.”
“It is simple Mrs Maynard, Britain has been at war with Germany for nine months now, this is not going to be the quick victory that people predicted. Your own husband has joined up to fight for his country unfortunately not all countrymen share his feelings. For some time now it has been obvious that someone in a position of trust has been passing military secrets onto the nazi party. Now we are dealing with the leak at our end and we certainly have our suspicions but whoever it is has been using a third party to actually get the information out of the country. So far all our leads seem to end at the Chalet School.”
Jo banged the cup she lifted to her lips back onto its saucer,” are you suggesting” she demanded angrily “that someone in the Chalet School is passing on information to the Nazis, in fact is a spy?”
“I’m not suggesting it Mrs Maynard, I am saying it bluntly! There is a leak of information and in some way the Chalet School is involved!” Colonel Philip’s voice had a ring of steel to it.
Jo was not deterred, “and whom exactly do you suspect? I would personally vouch for any one of the members of staff and indeed for the most of the pupils in the upper three forms!”
Colonel Phillip’s lip quirked in a sardonic smile and Jo was left with the distinct impression that her personal recommendation counted for nothing with him!
“Whom we suspect is where you will hopefully come in! At the moment we have no idea as to whom the contact is. It could be a teacher, a pupil or a servant. Mrs Maynard what we need is somebody inside the school working for us and I happen to think that you are the person for the job!”
“Me!” Jo squeaked. “How on earth can I help? You know nothing about me; I have three babies barely six months old. How do you even know that I won’t go straight to the staff of the school and tell them what you suspect? Beyond supplying some information on various members of staff and pupils I really fail to see what good I can possibly be!”
“For a start we already know all about you Mrs Maynard. You were born Josephine Mary Bettany, left an orphan as a baby you were brought up by you sister Margaret and her twin Dick who were twelve years older than you. When you were twelve your sister started a school in the Austrian Tyrol and she ran it until her marriage three years later. You speak fluent French and German. You have a working knowledge of Italian and Russian and a smattering of Romany. You spent five years at the Chalet School in the Austrian Tyrol and fled from the Nazi’s last year after you and a group of pupils went to the rescue of a Jew. You have an adopted sister Cecilia Mary, commonly known as the Robin, she and a niece of your brother-in-law’s currently live with you and attend the school. You have triplet daughters and have been married to Dr Jack Maynard for little under a year and half!” Colonel Phillip’s lips raised in a slight smile and shot Jo a challenging look.
“I can see you have done your homework!” Jo said stiffly.
Colonel Phillips leant forward and pierced Jo with a sharp look, “I always do my homework Mrs Maynard!” he said softly. “As to informing anyone about this conversation, I really believe that you will not do that!”
Jo quailed under the blue eyes and knew that anything else she might do repeat this conversation would not be one of them.
“Now as to what you can do for us, that is simple,” leaning back in his chair he continued in a more jovially tone. “You are in a position of trust in the school, staff and pupils alike are used to seeing you about the place, they are used to you helping out on occasion with teaching as you did when the previous headmistress fell ill. You are going to stay at the school for a time..” holding up his hand to stem the flood of protestation rushing to Jo’s lips he carried on blithely. “Yes I know you have the children to think of, but this job will require you to be resident in the school. Now this is our proposed plan and I am certain the school and your sister will fall in with it easily. The school is short staffed at the moment both for teachers and domestic staff, you and your household are going to remove to the school owing to drainage problems in your own home. The school will welcome you because you can help on the teaching side and your housemaid will help the house staff. Whilst you are there you will learn all you can about every single member of staff, pupils and domestics.”
“You mean you want me to snoop and sneak!” Jo sat up straight in her chair her eyes blazing with anger.
“Mrs Maynard I am sorry if the thought offends your delicate sensibilities but this is war. Whoever this traitor is, they must be found before they do irreparable damage to this country’s security and you will use every means possible to do this. So yes, you will snoop, sneak, eavesdrop, follow and read personal letter, diaries and generally do every thing and anything you can!” the Colonel’s voice softened, “Mrs Maynard this leak of information could put the life of many of the men serving in our forces at risk, men like your husband.”
“But why me? Why not put in someone qualified to do the job?” Jo asked quietly.
“Because to get one of our own agents in would not be easy, also as a stranger they wouldn’t be trusted as readily as yourself and wouldn’t have the advantage of your background knowledge. I also have it on good authority that you are an extremely brave and resourceful young lady! I know Jack well, he has assured me that you are the person for the job.” Colonel Phillips gave her a broad grin and Jo reluctantly returned it.
“Very well Colonel Phillips, I’ll do it.” Jo said with dignity extending her hand to him.
“Thank you Mrs Maynard, I’ll be in touch with you in the next few days. I need hardly tell you that this is a highly confidential matter. Tell no one and trust no one. Everyone is a suspect, no matter how well or how long you have known them,” with that the Colonel took his leave, leaving behind him a speechless Joey.

 

#2:  Author: Xanthe, Location: London/Cambridge PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 9:21 pm

*chanting* (please note absence of throwing things)

 

#3:  Author: Kathryn, Location: Melbourne PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 9:32 pm

oooh! This looks interesting. But why stop/start throwing things? Confused

 

#4:  Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans/Leicester PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 10:00 pm

I promise not to throw anything (except possibly chocolate as a bribe for more).

Looks interesting, I can see this causing a lot of fun in the school!

 

#5:  Author: Rachel, Location: Plotting in my lair PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 10:02 pm

Sadly I don't see gold lame and lime green featuring in this drabble, but despite that I would dearly like to see the next installment Smile

 

#6:  Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 10:42 pm

MORE - please - pretty please - pretty please with chocolate??

 

#7:  Author: Donna, Location: Liverpool PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 11:04 pm

I like this! Smile how do we get a continuation? Smile

 

#8:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 6:57 am

By graciously requesting additional instalments, of course!

Ianswythe - this looks great!
Please bless us with supplementary episodes asap!!

Very Happy

 

#9:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 7:21 am

This looks absolutely great and I can't wait for more. Will definitely start throwing things if we don't get more soon. Wink

 

#10:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 7:42 am

Very interesting. I'm looking forward to further posts. But I wonder what Jo will (eventually) say to Jack for getting her involved...

 

#11:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 8:32 am

Yes, this does look interesting, I hope we'll get many further installments of it.

 

#12:  Author: Kat, Location: Swansea PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 8:53 am

Wow Ianswythe, this is brilliant. May we have some more please??

 

#13:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 9:16 am

Excellent, we certainly need more now!!!

*wonders who the informer is*

 

#14:  Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 10:05 am

What a brilliant idea, I do hope you will coninue it.

 

#15:  Author: Sarah_L, Location: Leeds PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 11:28 am

I reckon Joey is the spy Wink

 

#16:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 1:59 pm

Maybe the military man is really a spy and he's using the story to get Jo to give them info about the school!

 

#17:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 3:14 pm

For Jo the following week was a busy one, a trip to London with regard to Jack’s army pay was in reality a two-day stay at a training centre buried deep in the Gloucestershire countryside. There Jo was given a crash course in the art of picking locks, reading code and basic defence skills. She left with her head reeling from Colonel Phillips’ instructions on her mission and her bag several pounds heavier thanks to the addition of a set of pick locks and a small pistol with several rounds of ammunition, for emergencies the colonel had informed her gravely as he handed her the last item. On her return home she promptly invited her self up to the school where she proceeded to pour out the tale of woe that had been manufactured for her regarding her drains.
“So you see we all have to move out of the house for the next few months anyway, apparently there is a risk of infection and I really can’t risk my babies. I just don’t know where I am going to find a house at such short notice,” Jo concluded her story and watched her listeners with hopeful eyes.
Right on cue Hilda Annersley offered a solution, “Why don’t you move in here? We can manage a room for you, the babies will have to be in with you, but there is a slip of a room Anna can have close by to help with the triplets.”
“Oh Hilda, that would be so helpful. I’ll help with some classes and Anna can help in the kitchens,” Jo accepted the offer with alacrity and so it was decided that she and her household would move in at the weekend. Jo duly moved into the school, she promptly agreed to take over several of the girls requiring extra tuition in languages and history thereby freeing up several of the mistresses free periods, something they were all grateful for. Anna proved to be a blessing to the understaffed domestics helping in the kitchen and wherever else she was needed.
“On the whole it is rather a boon having Jo and Anna here at the moment,” Hilda told Nell Wilson over coffee one evening soon after the visitors had arrived.
“Yes, we are rather short staffed at the moment and the pair of them are certainly worth they weight in gold!” Nell agreed with a laugh.

Jo spent her first couple of days at the school in settling into her room and trying to plan how best to tackle the issue of finding out who could possibly passing on information. The first thing she decided was to get a list of everyone in the school, the list of staff names and domestics, now few and far between, was easy enough to do. A list of pupils may have proved difficult but happening into the office on the Saturday morning and finding it empty she took the opportunity to extract a list of all pupils from Rosalie’s filing cabinet. Surveying these names in the privacy of her own room on the Sunday evening Jo felt a sense of dread, one of these people was a traitor to the Allies and it was up to her to find them, but where to begin.
“First thing I think is to start with those people I don’t know,” Jo said to herself, “for I really can’t believe that Hilda, Nell, Matey or Mademoiselle are guilty of treachery! I think I’ll start with the servants, I don't know them and I can get access to their rooms quite easily tomorrow morning and I have to start somewhere!” having settled this in her mind Jo, after a quick look at the triplets in their cribs, promptly got into bed and was soon asleep.

She was wakened the next morning at half past five by the sound of little Len wailing, getting up Jo hurriedly picked up her daughter and soothed her before her cries could waken her sisters.
“Hush darling, Mama shall feed you in a minute,” Jo crooned to the tiny red-haired infant. Suiting her actions to the word Jo set about feeding and changing Len and then her sisters who were by now awake and looking for attention. When the last sister was back in her crib and beginning to drowse Jo sat down to think. Her own room was down a quiet corridor with only Anna’s small room, a bathroom and a set of back stairs beside it. The stairs led from the kitchen right up to the servants floor and from there to the attics, it was a handy location for Jo for it meant she could, if needed, go to the kitchen from her room without passing the dormitories, nor would the triplets and girls disturb one another during the night. It was also convenient that Jo could gain access to the servant’s rooms without anyone seeing her. Although the clock hands still hadn’t reached six she could already hear the sounds of the servants coming down the stairs ready to start work for the day. Then after a ten minute wait Jo slipped out of her room and up the stairs. After knocking softly and receiving no answer she opened the first door she had come to and entered the room.

 

#18:  Author: Angel, Location: London, England PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 3:18 pm

interesting

enjoying this muchly

 

#19:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 3:21 pm

Um, it seems that Jo is taking a lot of chances, there.

 

#20:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 3:22 pm

*Highly intrigued*

I wonder if Jo gets to use her gun??

 

#21:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 3:39 pm

I'm liking this a lot! Love Jo's assumption that the servants are the most likely people because she doesn't know them! (OK, I do see the reasoning, but still...)

Just thought: given that the Nazis were spying on the CS surely there should have been more response from the British Secret Service (in the books)?

 

#22:  Author: Kat, Location: Swansea PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 3:40 pm

Hmmm, wonder what happens now??

*Gentle hint* Wink

 

#23:  Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans/Leicester PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 4:06 pm

I don't like the fact that she has a gun... I don't think it bodes well for the safety of all invovled!

Thanks Ianswythe

 

#24:  Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 4:39 pm

Ianswythe, this looks great!!!
More soon please!

 

#25:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 6:59 pm

Very, very, very intrigued as to identity of spy!

Additional posts would be most welcome, please!

 

#26:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 11:29 am

And it couldn't possibly be a member of the teaching staff, could it? After all, Jo knows them!

 

#27:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 1:43 pm

*biting nails*

 

#28:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 2:02 pm

Can't wait to find out who the spy is...

 

#29:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 5:07 pm

Heart thundering in her chest Jo closed the door behind her and slowly let out the breath she had been holding for the last minute. The room she was in was simply furnished with just a bed, chair, table, chest of drawers, mirror and some hooks for clothes, “Oh well, at least this shouldn’t take too long!” Jo thought to herself before moving across to the chest of drawers. Ears straining for the sounds of anyone coming up the stairs and for sounds of the triplets stirring Jo opened the top drawer and began to carefully shift her way through the items it contained, this drawer and the remaining two yielded nothing more interesting than a couple of old cinema tickets and a cheap novel, which would most certainly have been confiscated had it been found in the drawer of any of the schoolgirls, neither of which Jo was able to put any sinister meaning to. For another twenty minutes Jo continued her search, even going as far as to remove the single photograph in the room from its frame to check that nothing had been secreted there. At last satisfied that there was no incriminating evidence hidden here Jo moved to the next-door room and repeated her efforts here. This room was untidier than its neighbour, with a variety of items scattered across the table and drawers and a range of magazines stacked on the chair next to the bed. Groaning softly to herself Jo made a start on the drawers, in the first drawer a small packets of letters were unearthed from their hiding place under some stockings. The address showed that the room belonged to a young maid of no more than seventeen going by the name Bethan Davies, with a faint feeling of disgust at her self Jo opened the letters and scanned their contents. Hot colour stained her cheeks as she realised she was in fact reading letters from the young woman’s sweetheart and only the memory of Colonel Phillips’ words to her about leaving no letter unread made her persevere. It was with relief that Jo finally returned to her room nearly an hour after she had left it, she had searched two rooms and had found nothing. “This job isn’t going to be as simple or as quick as I thought!” she said to herself as she grabbed her washings things and made for the bathroom, “it has taken me nearly an hour to do two rooms and there are still six rooms left up there!”

During the course of the morning Jo managed to get through another two rooms but it was a slow process and she had one bad scare when the owner of the room Jo had just left suddenly returned to it. Standing behind the door with legs shaking and heart thumping Jo listened to the footsteps coming out of the room next door and go back down stairs, “that was too close for comfort!” she thought before returning to the safety of her own room. It took Jo another three days to search the remaining four rooms; tied by the triplets during the morning she was only able to slip upstairs for the occasional half hour, during the afternoons her time was given over to various private tuition sessions. By the time she reached the last room Jo felt she had gained some proficiency in the art of searching a room quickly and neatly and had managed to get over some of the nerves that had assailed her on that first day. It was this slight complacency that meant that has she emerged from the last room, a puzzled frown on her face, that she didn’t notice the figure that lurked in the shadow of the attic stairs at the far end of the servant’s corridor. Going into her own room she sat before the table, her chin resting in her hands. The room she had just been in struck her as odd. Each room she had searched, although the same in their basic appointments had all been stamped with the mark of their owners, some, to her disgust, had been slovenly messy whilst others had been daintily neat and fresh, but all had shown displays of various personal objects like books, ornaments and pictures. All except this last room, a comb and brush sat neatly and alone on the top of the drawers, the table held the pitcher and basin common to all the rooms. A neat but sparse array of underclothes and blouses were contained within the top two drawers whilst the third was empty. Coat, hat, two dresses and a dressing gown and sponge bag hung from the hooks and a pair of slippers had been placed tidily under the chair. A search under the bed yielded a pair of stout shoes and a lighter pair of sandals sitting side by side with regimental order and an empty brown case. There was not a book, magazine, photograph, letter or ornament to give the slightest clue as to the personality of the owner of the room. No initials or names were to be found on any handkerchiefs, clothes or case. Checking the contents of the sponge bag and coat pockets proved that they contained nothing more exotic than a toothbrush, toothpowder, cake of soap, small jar of cold cream and a carefully dried sponge in the former and a pair of gloves in the latter. “Curious and curiouser” said Jo before she left the room.

Sitting at her desk Jo now summoned up a mental image of the maid she knew, by the process of elimination, used the room; a neat woman in her mid forties, dark hair combed into a centre parting and caught up in a neat, tight bun at the back, hazel eyes with very light, almost white lashes and brows and a figure which was stocky without being fat thanks in main to the woman’s height, which must have topped Jo’s five foot eight by a good inch.
“Why would she have nothing, absolutely nothing personal in her room beyond her clothes?” Jo wondered, “it is like she has no identity, now what is her name? Helen.. no Ellen. Ellen Underwood.” Unable to go any further at the moment but fully convinced that there was something sinister about the woman Jo turned the triplets over to Anna for their afternoon walk and set off to find her lunch and thereafter the young middle she was due with for Latin.

 

#30:  Author: Angel, Location: London, England PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 5:18 pm

curiouser and curiouser indeed.

I think Joey was wrong, and the guilty one is the one writing loveletters...

 

#31:  Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 5:31 pm

Yes, the love letters might have been written in Nazi code...

 

#32:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 5:35 pm

Hmmmm, can't wait to see Joey solve the mystery of the maids, although I hope that none of them are the spy!

 

#33:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 6:52 pm

*bursting with curiosity*

Its quite fun to see Joey being nosy!! I still think that its a bit snobbish for her to think its a maid.

 

#34:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:54 pm

I wonder if Jo left any sign that she had been searching, particularly in the first rooms she searched.

 

#35:  Author: Angel, Location: London, England PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:34 pm

The maids would be the obvious place to start - checks wouldn't be all that rigorous and they have access to most of the house.

 

#36:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Jun 05, 2004 5:28 am

Plus,Joey would, sub-consciously, want it to be a maid - after all she friendly with the Staff and pupils. Many of them taught her.

Has Joey been rumbled? Shadowy figure on stairs?

Additional installments needed!

 

#37:  Author: Kat, Location: Swansea PostPosted: Sat Jun 05, 2004 11:11 am

Hmmm... ming boggling! Cant work things like this out with a hangover Confused hehe

 

#38:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Jun 05, 2004 11:18 am

Typical of Jo to suspect that particular maid. Perhaps the poor woman had had to leave her home because she had been bombed out.

 

#39:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 7:54 am

Loving this, Ianswythe ... but slightly concerned about Joey having a gun given her flightly temperament!! Shocked

 

#40:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 9:06 am

Oooh exciting! I really like this.
I think it makes sense to suspect a maid since she knows the rest of the staff so well that they are more or less above suspicion.

 

#41:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 4:10 pm

Jo pondered the question of the strange housemaid for the rest of the afternoon but could find no easy solution to learning more about her. Colonel Phillips had warned her to be circumspect in her activities and to not draw attention to herself by asking too many questions about people. Jo’s next clue came about by sheer luck; waking during the night by the sound of one of Len whimpering slightly in her sleep Jo rose and checked her. Finding nothing amiss more than a blanket kicked off by her wriggling Jo quickly re-covered her, then deciding she was thirsty she caught up her tooth mug and headed for the bathroom to get a drink. The corridor was cold and Jo shivered for she had not thought to get into dressing gown or slippers, “Idiot that I am! Matey will have plenty to say if I catch cold,” Jo berated herself but a sudden creak of a floorboard above halted her in her path, the cold forgotten. Ears straining Jo could only barely make out the sound of footsteps as they walked down the hall, “whomever it is they have gone past all the bedrooms and the bathroom,” Jo thought to her self, “there is only the attic stairs down that end of the corridor!” Another shiver sent her quickly back to bed, her thirst forgotten. “I never thought of the attics,” Jo mused in the warmth of her room, “I guess searching the attics is next on the agenda!”

The sound of an alarm clock, muffled slightly by being under her pillow, woke Jo at half past midnight the next night. Unable to search the attics during the day Jo had resigned her self to making a nighttime foray into them. Wrapping herself up well in her thick, dark dressing gown and slippers she picked up her torch and a blanket to cover the window with and carefully made her way up the stairs. Heart in mouth Jo stealthily passed the doors behind with the servants slept and moved on to the attic steps. Crouching on the top step Jo listened for sounds of another person being present until, satisfied she was alone; she entered the first of the two attic rooms. The full moon, shining through the small skylight, cast a silvery light across the floor and gave ample illumination. The attic was empty save for a few tea chests and an old trunk. A quick look in these proved them to be empty and, judging by the dust, undisturbed for years. The other attic room was at the front of the house and possessed a dormer window, clouds passing over the moon at that moment meant it was dark, so Jo secured her blanket in the top sash before switching on the torch. A number of trunks and chests were stacked along one side of the wall whilst in another corner there was an old dressmakers mannequin and some hatboxes. A sudden scuttling caused Jo to jump and shine her torch wildly in its direction, just in time to see a mouse disappear into its hole, but it was not the mouse that interested her. An object lying on the floor shone in the light of the torch, going over to it Jo stooped and picked up a bent hairpin.

 

#42:  Author: Angel, Location: London, England PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 4:26 pm

I'm *sure* she's being set up Very Happy

 

#43:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 5:06 pm

Thank you, Ianswythe. This is excellent. Very Happy

 

#44:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 5:41 pm

Looking forward to more!

 

#45:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 5:52 pm

Excellent thank you Very Happy

So now we know its someone with hair...........

 

#46:  Author: Guest,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:11 am

Staring at the hooked end of the hairgrip Jo suddenly drooped to her knees and began to search the floor with probing fingers, a low exclamation showed that she had found what she was obviously looking for. Taking the hairgrip she carefully inserted it between two floorboards and used it to prise one of them up. There, in the recess of the floor, was an oilskin wrapped package, lifting it out she carefully unwrapped it.
“Oh my Lord!” She burst out as out of the package, in tightly rolled bundles, spilled more money than Jo had ever seen.
The sound of a clock striking one recalled Jo to the fact that the night was drawing on and that she still had the remainder of the attic to search, hurriedly she counted the number of bundles before shoving them back into their bag and then under the floor again. “There must be several thousands of pounds there!” Jo thought to herself with some awe as she rose to her feet. Flashing her torch over the trunks and cases Jo eyed them speculatively, “If there is anything hidden there then it is going to be right in at the back,” she thought. The trunks and cases in question belonged to the owners of the house so were unlikely to be disturbed by any members of the school and therefore Jo surmised a pretty safe hiding place. Scanning the pile carefully she noticed a trunk, which although on first glance looked as if it was well and truly jammed in, was free to be pulled out. Faint marks in the dust of the floor confirmed that it had recently been pulled from its position. Laying down her torch she quickly pulled it out and tried the lid, “now why lock an old trunk?” Jo mused quietly when the lid failed to open. Taking the bent hairgrip out of her dressing gown pocket, where she had unthinkingly shoved it, she set to work on the lock. The lock was a simple one and even under Jo’s inexpert fingers gave way quickly; throwing back the lid she stared down at a square wooden box and a set of headphones. “That is a radio transmitter!” Jo thought to her self excitedly but just then the torch, which had been growing steadily weaker, gave way altogether.
“Blast!” she said savagely. Standing up she carefully turned in what she hoped was the direction of the window and took a tentative step forward. Her foot caught the torch still lying on the floor and sent it rolling across the floor. Jo stopped dead, in the quiet of the night the clattering of the torch sounded as if it must surely have wakened the whole house. “Idiot!” she cursed herself and then seeing nothing else for it she made her way as quickly as she dared for the window. She made it safely to the wall and with a bit of groping she soon encountered the blanket-clad window. Pulling the curtain free she breathed a sigh of relief as moonlight once again filled the attic. About to turn and leave a movement on the lawn below halted her, there, running across the lawn was a figure.
“What on earth?” she thought as the figure disappeared into the shadows of some trees. So engrossed was she that she didn’t hear another person enter the attic and pick up the torch, which had come to rest beside the door, until the creak of a board behind her warned her she wasn’t alone. Turning too late Jo was just in time to grab at the other person as the torch made contact with her skull and blackness descended.

The light flooding into the room made Jo wince as she opened her eyes. Her head pounded and her body felt stiff.
“Where am I?” she asked groggily.
“She’s awake!” a voice called and Matey appeared at her bedside.
“You are in the school san Jo” the beloved tyrant of the chalet school spoke crisply as she ran a practised eye over her and took her pulse.
“What happened? My head hurts.” Jo struggled to sit up but matron’s firm hand forced her back down.
“Now just lie down!” she admonished, “as to what happened, we don’t rightly know. You banged your head somehow and we found you in the attic in the early hours of the morning.”
“I see you are awake,” Miss Annersley observed as she and Miss Wilson joined Matey beside the bed.
“Hello Joey, feeling better?” Miss Wilson asked before adding “and what were you doing in the attics in the wee small hours of the morning?”
“The attics?” Jo stalled, “oh yes, I remember now. I em.. heard a noise. I thought it might be some of the middles playing up and went to investigate. Someone hit me on the head and then I found myself here. How did you find me?”
“Yes Anna woke because one of the triplets was crying. She found out that you were missing and searched for you her self. When she couldn’t find you she woke Nell and myself to help. Nell had the bright idea of checking the attics when we couldn’t find you anywhere else and there you were. Unconscious and half frozen, lying on the floor.” Hilda explained.
“I see,” Jo said before asking, “How long have I been unconscious for? And are the triplets all right? I take Anna is with them.”
“It is now eleven o’clock, you were unconscious for several hours and then fell into a natural sleep. The girls are quite safe and sound and are currently out with Anna.” Nell Wilson filled in the blanks before she and Hilda were hustled out of the door by Matron.

Jo was kept in bed for the rest of the day but was allowed up the next day on the proviso that she took it easy. It was to find great excitement in the school when she appeared at lunch, “What is going on?” she asked eying the obviously excited girls.
“ Ah Cherie, we have had a visit from the police and one of the housemaids has been arrested!” Mademoiselle informed her eagerly.
“So they caught her!” Jo burst out.
Mademoiselle looked slightly puzzled at this remark but continued with her story, “ one of the housemaids, Ellen Underwood, was on the run from the police with a large amount of money. She and an accomplice had stolen it and she had then, ah what was the phrase the inspector used? Yes, she double crossed her accomplice and came here to hide. She thought she would be safe in a girl’s school from the police and the other villain. But the police, they tracked her down and came to arrest her. She has confessed and the money was found hidden in the attic!” Mademoiselle concluded triumphantly.
“So she wasn’t a spy!” Jo said half to herself as Mademoiselle turned to glare at a young middle on one of the tables who was pulling faces at neighbour.
“A spy! Good grief Jo, why would you think she was a spy?” Nell Wilson turned incredulous eyes onto Jo.
“Oh..” colour flooded Jo’s cheeks,” she just struck me as odd and I guess I evolved a little story about her in my own mind.” The excuse sounded flimsy even to her own ears but Miss Wilson seemed satisfied and turned back to her lunch.

 

#47:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:21 pm

Marvellous stuff - definitely a ripping yarn!!

So ... who is the mysterious spy if we can now discount Ellen Underwood?

 

#48:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 2:26 pm

More, please. Now, who can we have a nice time suspecting? Let me see.............

 

#49:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:16 pm

Jo's not doing terribly well at this spying business, is she? I wonder what the satff are thinking of her behaviour - and if they follow up her assertion that someone knocked her out in the attic.

 

#50:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:19 pm

Oooh its getting more mysterious!

Are there perhaps two people involved, one outside and the other hitting Joey??

 

#51:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:33 pm

Jennie wrote:
More, please. Now, who can we have a nice time suspecting? Let me see.............


*slightly worried about Jennie's train of thought*

Jennie - it can't be Joey!
Not unless she's developing multiple personalities ........

Now there's a thought - what would she do if she discovered it was herself?!! Shocked

 

#52:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 5:24 pm

Am loving this, looking forward to hearing more of the mystery soon!

 

#53:  Author: Steph, Location: Blackpool, Lancashire PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 6:01 pm

Wow this is great! I love trying to guess who it could be.

More soon I hope Laughing

 

#54:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 7:53 pm

Great Ianswythe - Joey's back to square one again!

 

#55:  Author: Kathye, Location: Laleham PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 9:55 pm

Have just read this through, its really "Great" Ianswythe,

Hope there will be more soon !!

Am also happy that its another nice, if slighty dotty joey drabble.

 

#56:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 6:30 pm

Next installment appears to be lost in space at the moment Screen of Death so I'm afraid it is going to be tomorrow before it is posted.

 

#57:  Author: Kathye, Location: Laleham PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 11:50 am

aaahhh I thought that there was more story Crying or Very sad

 

#58:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 9:05 pm

The police interviewed Jo herself when they learnt that she had been found unconscious in the attic, it was through them that she learnt that Ellen Underwood, not her real name, had been nowhere near the attics that night and therefore could not have possibly been the one to club her as Jo and the school had believed, Jo thought it prudent to not correct this assumption on the part of the school.
“I suppose it explains why the money was still there but I’m now no further on with my mysterious spy!” Jo sighed to herself as she left the police station. A quick check of the attic, this time in the safety of daylight, had confirmed that the radio was now missing and left Jo with no other choice but to begin searching the mistress’s rooms and try to locate the mysterious figure she had seen flitting across the lawn.

Still convinced of the innocence of those whom she had known for the past few years made Jo once again decide to start in the rooms of those few teachers who had joined the school more recently, but as with the maids nothing which could be construed as suspicious could be found. Reluctantly she turned her attention to those rooms occupied by women she considered friends. It was with a heavy heart that Jo tentatively pushed open the door to Simone’s room one day when the young lady in question was occupied with a maths. class. The room was daintily neat, showing signs of Simone’s gifted French fingers for arranging her few ornaments to best advantage. Starting in the chest of drawers she worked her way methodically round the room. Various letters from Andre, her family and friends, photographs, several books and magazines, tickets, jewellery and the various other mementos of life duly turned up, many items which Jo recognised as being in Simone’s possession since schooldays and all of them, Jo was relieved to see, completely innocuous. Flipping back the mattress for a cursory glance before exiting the room Jo stared with horrified eyes at what lay amongst the springs.

 

#59:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 9:23 pm

I hope that Simone has been set up...

 

#60:  Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans/Leicester PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 9:41 pm

Me too. Or at least that whatever is shocking Joey has nothing to do with the spy stuff.

*crosses fingers*

 

#61:  Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 10:12 pm

*wonders what Simone could have under her mattress that might shock Joey*
*tries to drag mind out of gutter*

 

#62:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 10:24 pm

She must have been set up. Being a *foreign* member of staff you make her a good target, unless she's actually part of the resistance?

 

#63:  Author: Kathye, Location: Laleham PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 10:52 pm

ooohhh I'm excited, but I bet its something really not exciting Crying or Very sad

 

#64:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 11:05 pm

*Drags own mind from gutter where it had been chatting to Vikki's mind!!! Laughing *

(Immediately thought of the latest copy of Playgirl!)

Looking forward to further installments soon!

 

#65:  Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 12:11 am

Vikki wrote:
*wonders what Simone could have under her mattress that might shock Joey*
*tries to drag mind out of gutter*



Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked

Read this first & was expecting a body (dead) at least by the time I read the excerpt!

 

#66:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 8:14 am

Simone, a spy? What will she reveal to the enemy? Upper IV's maths test results?

Last edited by Jennie on Fri Jun 11, 2004 11:54 am; edited 1 time in total

 

#67:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 8:51 am

ROFL at Vikki & Lesley ...... Honestly!! Rolling Eyes

Come on then, Ianswythe - what is it?

Has she bobbed her hair again and left a long plait under the mattress Question
A selection of wigs for nefarious undercover activities Question
A transistor radio / morse code transmitter complete with headset Question
Naked photos of her & Andre in compromising positions Question
A letter from Renee on SS letterhead Question

Shocked Shocked Shocked
*agog*

(BTW - top cliffhanger!)

 

#68:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 9:06 am

Laughing at Rachael's suggestions.

I think Simone's been set up, but I'm not sure Joey would realise that...

 

#69:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 10:21 am

Or ..... perhaps it's another "set of pick locks plus small pistol with several rounds of ammunition“ and Simone is also acting the spy because how they can know that's it's definitely not Joey?

Hmmmm ...... Confused

 

#70:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 11:54 am

Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing

 

#71:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 1:13 pm

Jo reached out trembling fingers and plucked the decapitated form of Mr Twinkie, her beloved childhood teddy bear, from the bed. “Oh Simone how could you?” an anguished wail broke from her. “Mr Twinkie my darling,” tears dropped from Jo’s lovely eyes onto the mottled fur of the bear. As she stood there clutching Mr Twinkie to her it all came back to her, the fight, Simone swearing vengeance and then Mr Twinkie’s mysterious disappearance. “We had such good times together you and I Twinkie, you were my friend, my confidant, my rock in times of trouble and to think you ended like this. Headless and stuffed under a mattress, the b****! She will pay for this!” and seizing Madeline, Simone’s cherished rag doll, from her place on the bedside table she savagely ripped a handful of woollen hair from her cloth head. “Take that you evil troll witch from hell!” she screamed as the little gingham dress was ripped from the body, “and that” as an arm flew across the room, “and this, and that and that!” Sawdust filled the air as the mangled body of Madeline flailed wildly in Jo’s furious hands, then flinging the pathetic remains from her Jo picked up the limp body of Mr Twinkie and ran sobbing from the room.









Ok, that wasn’t what she really found but I had to get it out of my system! Here is what really happened.



There lying beneath the mattress were several identity cards each bearing a different name, “what on earth is she doing?” Jo asked herself as she picked up the cards and flicked through them.
“I really would prefer that you asked me that yourself instead of snooping through my room!” the voice was icily controlled.
Jo turned slowly and then quietly put up her hands and took a step backwards as she found a small pistol pointed straight at her.

 

#72:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 1:15 pm

Loved Mr Twinkie. So that's why Jo is as she is, Mr Twinkie deprivation.

So who's holding the pistol?

 

#73:  Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 1:17 pm

*laughs hysterically at the first part* That was brilliant!
I'm now getting Simone's reaction in the second part mixed up with Joey's actions in the first... *goes off to work it all out properly...*

 

#74:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 1:22 pm

Laughing Laughing Laughing
Loved the Twinkie episode!!

So Simone does have a gun - but which side is she on!? Shocked

 

#75:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 1:42 pm

ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL Mr Twinkle deprivation explains a lot!!!

Intrigued by Simone, but Im sure she's working on the same side......

But I won't mind if she shoots Joey

 

#76:  Author: Nell, Location: London, England PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 2:00 pm

Ally wrote:
But I won't mind if she shoots Joey


Ally! Shocked How could you! Wink

Loved Mr Twinkle! And also wondering about Simone and what Joey will now say to her...

 

#77:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:07 pm

Ianswythe will you please post more tonight as I go home tomorrow and have no knowing of when I will next be able to read this.
*pleading smile* Very Happy

 

#78:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:23 pm

Quote:
A selection of wigs for nefarious undercover activities
A transistor radio / morse code transmitter complete with headset
Naked photos of her & Andre in compromising positions
A letter from Renee on SS letterhead


It would have been a very uncomfortable bed if she had all that under the matress!

Simone closed the door behind her and motioned Jo over to the bedroom chair, “sit!” she snapped as she her self leant against the door. “Now you will tell me exactly what you were doing!”
“Why do you have these?” Jo parried as she took her seat.
“Come Jo you are not stupid. Surely you can guess why I should have them,” Jo flinched at the contemptuous inflection in Simone’s voice.
“ I can only assume that you are up to no good with them and that you are using them to help the Nazis!” Jo did not hide her scorn.
To her surprise Simone gave a peal of laughter, “Help the Nazis? Jo you do not really think that I would do such a thing do you?” Simone looked suddenly sober.
“Then what are you doing with them?” Jo demanded angrily.
“Ah no my Jo, first you must tell me why you should want to search through my things. Clearly you suspect me of being some sort of spy, I thought you knew me better than that!”
Jo saw the hurt look that flashed across Simone’s face as she spoke and decided to take a chance.
“Somebody in the school has been passing information on to Germany, I am trying to find out whom.” Jo watched Simone’s face carefully, “ you don’t seem surprised!” she added.
“No Jo I am not surprised.” Simone lit a cigarette and threw the pack across to Jo who caught them deftly. “I will explain quickly for I should be with my class and I must not attract any more suspicion. I help the French resistance get people in danger out of the reach of the Nazi party, hence the ID cards. Renee is working with the resistance in France; through her letters she lets me know when to expect people. They are parachuted in; I meet them and give them the necessary papers to stop people from getting too suspicious. Most of them are Jews who have made it from Germany into France and are making for America or Canada. If they stayed in Germany or even France they would be in grave danger from Hitler’s regime. This is the safest route for them. I suspected that someone from here had found out what I was doing and passed the information on to the Nazis. The last two escapees were caught as they got to the plane, they and two resistance fighters were killed.” Simone spoke bitterly, “The last time I went to the meeting point someone took a shot at me, oh it was only a warning,” she added as Jo gasped in horror, “ they aimed to miss but I got the message all the same! That is why I now carry this, “ she gestured the gun, so small and dainty it looked like a deadly toy, “ the next time they may not be so sparing! Jo I have no choice but to trust you with this knowledge. I know you hate the Nazis; maybe we can help one another. Now I must go,” and tucking the small pistol into the deep pocket of her gown she picked up the book she had come for and prepared to return to her teaching.
“Wait Simone,” Jo put out a hand to stop her, “who do think it is?”
Simone paused, “I don’t know” she said carefully “but I believe she, for it is a she, can be found in the higher reaches of the school hierarchy. No don’t ask me how I know for I do not have time now, already I have lingered too long. We shall talk more later, it will be safer so and then I will tell you all I know.” With that Simone fled back to her class leaving Jo to follow more slowly in her wake.

That afternoon Simone was asked to carry a parcel to Mrs Russell at the Round House, crossing the road at the end of the driveway a dark coloured, covered car came speeding round the corner. It ploughed into Simone with such force her body was tossed over the bonnet and into the ditch at the side of the road. The car did not stop and it was only the third formers, busy at work in their garden and hearing Simon’s scream, that were able to testify as to what had happened. The parcel, crushed under the wheels of the car, was found to be only a bundle of old newspapers wrapped in paper. No one was able to identify the car or driver, nor was anyone able to tell Jo exactly who it was had sent Simone out on the errand in the first place.

 

#79:  Author: Kat, Location: Swansea PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:23 pm

No, Simone!!!!! Crying or Very sad Tell us more please - whats happening??!

Last edited by Kat on Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:46 pm; edited 1 time in total

 

#80:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:37 pm

Nooooooo please don't let Simone be dead! Crying or Very sad

 

#81:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:37 pm

So gone on, tell us who gave her the package, please!!!

I'm glad Simone was doing her bit to help, but you haven't said how hurt she was???

Im getting more nervous now, I don't want to think that an established member of the school is a spy for the Nazi's

 

#82:  Author: Nell, Location: London, England PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:42 pm

However thats what its starting to look like...so who is it? Matey???

And how is Simone, not dead i hope! Please tell us soon!

 

#83:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:47 pm

It can't be Nell, or Hilda, I just couldn't believe it of them.

 

#84:  Author: Nell, Location: London, England PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:49 pm

Well me either, but in some ways they'd be the most obvious...maybe these are a new and evil version of Nell and Hilda! Twisted Evil Evil or Very Mad Shocked

 

#85:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:54 pm

Perhaps its Madge?? She might have rung up and asked them to send Simone over?? Perhaps they are all in on it??

 

#86:  Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 3:57 pm

Maybe it's an elaborate double bluff by Simone... Bit drastic though.

 

#87:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 6:24 pm

Maybe it was Mr Twinkie out for revenge for her callous decapitation of him! Shocked Twisted Evil

 

#88:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 8:44 pm

“I see, thank you,” Miss Annersley put the telephone back on its hook and turned to face Jo and Nell. “That was the doctor at the hospital. They have operated on Simone but she is still unconscious.”
“Will she survive?” Nell clasped her hands together convulsively as she put the question which Jo had dreaded asking.
“They.. they won’t say what they think her chances are.” Hilda stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m going to go up to the hospital, I feel I should be there in case she should waken.”
“I’ll come with you,” Nell offered, “what about you Jo?”
“If you don’t mind I think I’ll stay here, I.. I need a bit of time to..” Jo’s voice broke.
“Of course dear, we know how close you and Simone are. Go and lie down and try to have a nap.” Hilda put her hand briefly on Jo’s shoulder before going to get ready for the hospital.

 

#89:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 8:54 pm

Uh-oh I don't think it was wise for Joey to stay behind, she should have gone to protect Simone from anymore harm Confused
I have a horrible feeling that either Hilda or more likely Nell is the spy and that they are going to try and finish the job. I don't want either ot be the spy...
*wibbles*

 

#90:  Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 11:06 pm

*wibbles*
Ianswythe....... this is gettting scary now!!!
Please let Simone be okay!!



Oh, and Spike (my teddy) is very concerned for Mr Twinkie's welfare......

 

#91:  Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 2:53 am

*thinks this is getting a little too suspenseful*

*hopes Madeline last bit of sawdust is in place when Simone awakens*

 

#92:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 6:44 am

Oh wow! Ianswythe this is really good! Poor Simone, but good on her for helping the Resistance!

Don't want it to be Hilda or Nell Crying or Very sad But who else could it be? Madge? Matey? (Yeah Matey! Laughing ) Jeanne de Lachennais? Anna Meiders? (She may have family still in Austria)

Oh and would really like further installmentrs please! Laughing

 

#93:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 9:12 am

*on tenterhooks*

If I were Simone I'd be upset that Jo's instant assumption was that I was a Nazi!

 

#94:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 9:46 am

Screen of Death Please don't let Simone die! Noooooooooooooooooo! And please don't let someone nice be the spy! *on tenterhooks*
btw I love the idea of Simone and Renee being in the Resistance.

 

#95:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 10:25 pm

Quote:
If I were Simone I'd be upset that Jo's instant assumption was that I was a Nazi!


You have to admit tact was not Jo's strong point!

Jo watched Hilda and Nell depart for the hospital in the school car, with Rosalie at the wheel, before hurrying to her own room where Anna sat with the triplets, “Anna, quick take the triplets and go to the Round House with them!” Anna turned startled eyes to her mistress as she burst into the room.” Never mind why Anna, just go now and stay there until I say otherwise!” Jo waited long enough to see her young family safely on their way before hurrying up the stairs again, in her room she retrieved the pistol from it’s hiding place and then returned to the study again. Simone’s accident had made her realise just how much danger she was in, the enemy was on to her and would stop at nothing to get her out of the way. In the study she quickly picked up the phone and asked to be connected to the number Colonel Phillips had given to her for emergencies. “Hello, I need to speak to Colonel Phillips, it is urgent,” Jo listened to the disembodied voice reply and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, “then tell him please that I need to speak to him as soon as he returns, I know who is behind the leak in the school.” She rang off, then sat deep in thought, as of yet she had no evidence against the person she suspected.
“I need something concrete, not just feelings!” Jo told herself “ Oh I hope I’m wrong,” she added as she surveyed the room she sat in. The study was a large room with Miss Annersley’s imposing desk set before the windows, recently a second, smaller desk had been added for Miss Wilson’s use. Two doors opened off the room, one into the corridor and the other into the small room Rosalie used for an office. Jo rose from her seat and carefully locked each door in turn. Crossing to one of the desks she tried one of the drawers, to her surprise it opened. “Careless, this should be locked!” she murmured. Rapidly she searched through the papers contained in each drawer, nothing! Sitting back on her heels Jo surveyed the desk thoughtfully, it was an old one and very similar to one that stood in the drawing room of Pretty Maids, her husband's boyhood home. Jo vividly remembered on one visit there as a schoolgirl, Mr Maynard showing her the secret cupboard concealed in that particular desk. "I wonder!" she said as she crawled into the footwell and began pushing at the moulded back."Ah" a satisfied exclamation broke from her as the panel in the footwell swung open to reveal a shallow cupboard, a sheaf of paper sat on the shelf. Jo reached in and removed the contents and then still under the desk she began to read.
"What on earth?" a puzzled frown creased her brow.


And I'm afraid the rest of it is going to have to wait until tomorrow.

 

#96:  Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 10:36 pm

Quote:
And I'm afraid the rest of it is going to have to wait until tomorrow



Ianswythe that is extremely MEAN!! Evil or Very Mad


Please please can we have a nice long post tommorrow and at least find out that Simone is OK - pleeeeeease?

 

#97:  Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 10:42 pm

Nice cliff Ianswythe!!!

 

#98:  Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 10:49 pm

*wails*
Ianswyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyythe!!!!!!
How can you leave us dangling like that?????

 

#99:  Author: Rachel, Location: Plotting in my lair PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 11:33 pm

It's Sunday now . . .













































doesn't that mean the next installment will be posted round about now?



RTW - nothing if not hopeful

Please let Simone be dead.

 

#100:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 12:26 am

Excellent cliff! Hope the next installment is posted soon!

 

#101:  Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 5:45 am

Someone's writing a novel -- and it isn't Joey?

 

#102:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 10:54 am

Pleeeaaaasssseeeeeeeee come back now and continue!!!

*worried about what Jo may have found*

 

#103:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 5:28 pm

“Love letters!” Jo exclaimed, “why would she keep love letters in this desk?” Hastily she scanned the contents of the top letter.

My dear one,
I feel that I am too daring in declaring my love of you but great love crosses all boundaries. My love is as deep as the Atlantic and I rejoice that you return it. On the fifteenth I remembered joyfully that it was a year that day our paths first crossed, but I wonder when we next will meet.
The weather continues cold but hopefully next month will bring warmth. Father is very well and he carries on assiduously with his beloved gardening. He has regular troops of flowers. My nephews continue their studies, working hard and keeping me busy, I don’t mind, I know how important education is. John seems to desire a career of military persuasion, Ben has yet to decide. I am proud intelligence is obvious in them both. I will write again soon.

Your loving Frank.

“How odd! And what a stilted letter!” Jo murmured to herself.
“Try reading every tenth word,” a voice said conversationally.
Jo jerked upright bringing the top of her head into sharp contact with the underside of the desk beneath which she still sat and causing her eyes to smart with tears. A figure, blurred by her full eyes, stood by the French windows.
“That was stupid of me, I forgot the windows,” Jo admitted as she wiped her eyes.
“Well go on, read the letter again,” Nell Wilson said as she locked the French windows and walked over to the seat behind Hilda’s desk.
Keeping a wary eye on Nell Jo read out every tenth word on the letter she held, “Daring crosses Atlantic fifteenth day next month, carries troops and important military intelligence.” Looking up Jo found her self once again staring down the barrel of a pistol. “HMS Daring, it was sunk on the 19th of February, all lives were lost,” she said flatly.
“That’s correct, I agree the letter is somewhat stilted but it does the job and easier to explain away than a cipher if it should happen to be found,” Nell informed her pleasantly.
“I thought you had gone to the hospital,” Jo decided to take the conversation into the enemy’s camp.

 

#104:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 5:36 pm

Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked

*Hoping Nell is actually on the same side, despite all appearences*

 

#105:  Author: Ianswythe,  PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 5:45 pm

“I was going to, it is rather unfortunate that Simone didn’t die as she was supposed to. But then she always was a rather stubborn creature when the mood took her! I will have to clean up that little mess later. However, I saw it by the look on your face that you had guessed it was me, how did you by the way?”
“The same way as you guessed I was onto you. When Hilda said Simone was alive you looked so disappointed, it had to be you!” whilst speaking Jo cautiously edged herself out from under the desk slightly.
“Yes, I was slightly unguarded but it was an enormous disappointment,” Nell admitted. ”Anyway I decided that I would be safer disposing of you first and taking the chance that Simone doesn’t recover consciousness for a while yet. I pointed out to Hilda that we hadn’t informed her parents or Andre yet and suggested that she go to the hospital and I make the necessary calls .I see you have sent Anna away with the triplets”
Jo started and a look of panic came into her eyes, “If you have harmed the Nell..”
“Good Lord Jo, I am not about to hurt innocent babies. I’m not a monster you know!” Nell snapped. “I can assure I didn’t take any pleasure in arranging Simone’s accident, nor will I enjoy having to finish her off,” she paused, “ or you for that matter!” she added as an afterthought.

 

#106:  Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 6:02 pm

Well at least Simone's alive (RTW will be disappointed...)

 

#107:  Author: Kat, Location: Swansea PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 6:07 pm

No! How could you be so evil as to make Nell so nasty?! *sob*

 

#108:  Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 8:16 pm

*wibble*

 

#109:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 8:28 pm

Deeply disappointed in Nell. Offers Vikki some consoling chocolate and a bottle of Bailey's.

 

#110:  Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 8:43 pm

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo not Nell
Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad










mind you this could be the end of Joey Twisted Evil

 

#111:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 8:50 pm

It must be a mistake, she would have managed to get them captured by the Nazis during the escape to Switzerland.

 

#112:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 9:24 pm

NNNNNOOOOOO Not Nell!
Crying or Very sad bawling Crying or Very sad bawlingCrying or Very sad bawlingCrying or Very sad bawlingCrying or Very sad bawling

 

#113:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 9:57 pm

If it has to be Nell, I hope she makes a thorough job of dispatching Joey!

 

#114:  Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 10:00 pm

Unmask that woman! Surely s/he's an imposter! Shocked

 

#115:  Author: Kathye, Location: Laleham PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2004 11:54 pm

oh no

can't picture an evil Nell and and and.........

words fail me............

suely there's some mistake !!

Ever hopeful even in the light of the conversation which has just taken place Wink

 

#116:  Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 12:10 am

Was equally horrified by appearance of evil Nell, but...















... also quite amused by the bawling ing of others!

 

#117:  Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 9:16 am

Despite wanting to believe it is all a fake and Nell isn't bad, this is very good and I'm really enjoying it. Please write no, even if it is to kill Joey or to show Nell as an evil Nazi.

 

#118:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 10:04 am

Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked

I can't believe it - Nell wouldn't ... she couldn't ...

fume swear fume swear fume

I'm going right off this story ..... Evil or Very Mad

And why would she?
Perhaps it's a triple bluff?
*clutching at straws*

 

#119:  Author: Nell, Location: London, England PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 11:22 am

surely as the letters are hidden in Hilda's desk it would be more likely to be her...though as Nell seems to know everything maybe their working together...

Also wondering why they kept copies of the letters they sent...

 

#120:  Author: Nicci, Location: UK PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 11:52 am

Wow, this is fantabularso.

Worried about Nell's involvement, but can't help but feel its all wrong.
Not sure i'm convinced by the Ellen Underwood story.

*going back to read it again*

 

#121:  Author: FionaW, Location: Johannesburg, South Africa PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 12:12 pm

oooh, lots and lots of pistol barrels sprouted over the weekend
i wonder what kind of fertiliser one needs for those?
hope it's all finished anyway, although i suspect joey is about to whip out her special too
thank you for all the lovely pistol barrels! and please don't kill bill, she's obviously been brainwashed!

 

#122:  Author: Nicci, Location: UK PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 12:20 pm

Right, I've just read it again.

I don't think I like Colonel Phillips.

I hope Joey had the presence of mind to tuck her pistol into her waistband.

 

#123:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 1:01 pm

Perhaps Nell was *switched* during that walk through the mountain, that would explain the white hair!! And I agree that Colonel Phillips needs close watching

 

#124:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 2:12 pm

I think he's in league with Nell.

 

#125:  Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 2:51 pm

Maybe he's blackmailing Nell into doing this - now what secrets could she have in her past..........

 

#126:  Author: Guest,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 10:44 am

“Why Nell, why do this? You could have turned us over to the Nazis when we escaped but you didn’t. Why do this now?” Jo spoke in a soft almost conciliatory tone.
“For God’s sake Jo you can be such an idiot at times!” Nell spat. “Do you honestly think that the Nazi party was interested in what a pack of schoolgirls were up to? They were never seriously after us, oh yes they would have taken us all in if they had caught us but they weren’t going to waste time or resources in hunting us, we were of no value to them. It was a silly little schoolgirl vow not military intelligence Jo.” She lurched out of her seat suddenly and started pacing the floor.
“So why turn traitor?” Jo persisted.
“Why do think? Why does anyone do anything?” Nell shouted. “Money Jo, money! We can’t all afford your delicate sensibilities!”
“Delicate sensibilities,” Jo murmured, a cold feeling of dread crept over her as she remembered an earlier conversation in which somebody accused her of having delicate sensibilities.
Nell ignored her and carried on with her rant. “You have no idea what it is like to have to work for your living. All your life you have been looked after, by Madge, by Jem and now by Jack. You have no idea what is like to have to depend solely on yourself and to have others depend on you too!”
“Wait what do you mean others?” Jo turned her full attention to Nell’s words.
Nell stopped her frantic pacing and looked down at Jo, when she next spoke her voice was calmer, “my mother Jo.”
“But I thought.. you told me your mother was dead!”
Nell gave a bitter laugh, “I told everyone my mother was dead! It was preferable to the truth. She is mad Jo; I pay to keep her in a nursing home. That is why I did this to keep my mother in a private nursing home where they will treat her with some dignity and not like a dangerous animal!”
Jo eyes filled with tears, “Nell why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped you”
Nell dashed her hand across her eyes, “Jo do you honestly think that parents would be happy having somebody with a mad mother teach their daughters? Even the doctors don’t know for certain that it isn’t heredity. I can’t afford to lose this job and that is why I did what I did. Somebody found out, he offered me money to pass the information on and the assurance that he wouldn’t tell anyone about her.”
“Nell who made you do this?” Jo asked urgently.
Nell gave her a bland smile, “why the same person who hired you to find me! I don't think he planned on you being quite so effective but he had to be seen to be doing something.”

 

#127:  Author: Nell, Location: London, England PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 10:51 am

So it was the Colonel....

Poor Nell...

 

#128:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 11:20 am

Wow - this story is getting a bit overwhelming....

 

#129:  Author: Rachael,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 11:24 am

Blimey! Shocked Shocked Shocked

Is there anyone not involved in all this subterfuge and counter-subterfuge?

 

#130:  Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 12:55 pm

Wibble - I didn't think it would be blackmail - wibble wibble

 

#131:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 1:00 pm

Oooh my poor little brain is beginning to ache

Poor Nell, but at least she has a good reason

 

#132:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 2:14 pm

Poor Nell! (I can't believe I'm actually sympathising with the traitor - didn't she try to kill Simone?).

 

#133:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 4:40 pm

Feeling very sorry for Nell. She must be being blackmailed by that awful Colonel.

 

#134:  Author: Kat, Location: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 4:46 pm

Crying or Very sad

 

#135:  Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 4:56 pm

Anonymous wrote:
“Do you honestly think that the Nazi party was interested in what a pack of schoolgirls were up to? They were never seriously after us, oh yes they would have taken us all in if they had caught us but they weren’t going to waste time or resources in hunting us, we were of no value to them. It was a silly little schoolgirl vow not military intelligence Jo.”


*admits to thinking this the first time she read Exile Embarassed *

Nice revelation Ianswythe (I assume it is you!) - unexpected but plausible.

 

#136:  Author: Donna, Location: Liverpool PostPosted: Tue Jun 15, 2004 8:36 pm

caz wrote:
Poor Nell! (I can't believe I'm actually sympathising with the traitor - didn't she try to kill Simone?).


would this be the time to admit I'm not too bothered about Simone - in fact there are times in the CS when i wish something would happen to her - she whines and whinges so much! Twisted Evil Much more bothered about Nell being forced to spy - although she doesn't seem too upset!

Go Nell!! Twisted Evil

 

#137:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 8:01 am

Ann wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
“Do you honestly think that the Nazi party was interested in what a pack of schoolgirls were up to? They were never seriously after us, oh yes they would have taken us all in if they had caught us but they weren’t going to waste time or resources in hunting us, we were of no value to them. It was a silly little schoolgirl vow not military intelligence Jo.”


*admits to thinking this the first time she read Exile Embarassed *


I think this every single time I read Exile

 

#138:  Author: caz, Location: Cambridge PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 9:00 am

Donna wrote:
caz wrote:
Poor Nell! (I can't believe I'm actually sympathising with the traitor - didn't she try to kill Simone?).


would this be the time to admit I'm not too bothered about Simone - in fact there are times in the CS when i wish something would happen to her - she whines and whinges so much!


Ye-es, she could be annoying when she was younger, but I do rather like the adult Simone.

 

#139:  Author: Nicci, Location: UK PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 9:20 am

hmm, well, i got part of it right. the nell and the colonel bit.

this is getting very interesting.

any chance of some more delicious spy story Ianswythe?

 

#140:  Author: Kathye, Location: Laleham PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 9:26 am

Ianswythe,

Sweetie, darling, any chance of some.......well you know

MORE

 

#141:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 10:35 am

Please put us out of our misery and kill Joey off Wink

I agree that the adult Simone is much better than the annoying younger version, could we have a spin-off where we see Simone's previous experiences helping the resistance??? - Please Very Happy

 

#142:  Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Jun 18, 2004 2:58 pm

Ianswthe this is a wonderful story. Loving all the twist and turns of the plot.

Would be nice to see a spin off for Simone - to see her as a person in her own right.

 

#143:  Author: Annie,  PostPosted: Sat Jun 19, 2004 11:16 am

OH MY GOODNESS! This is the best drabble I have ever read! I've only just caught up on it and I cannot think of what to say.
Poor Jo
Poor Nell
Poor Simone
Poor EVERYONE (including us because now we have to wait for more)

*wibble*
*reaches for tissues*
*sob*
*MORE*

Last edited by Annie on Sun Jun 20, 2004 1:16 pm; edited 1 time in total

 

#144:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Jun 19, 2004 12:00 pm

Wibbling because Ianswythe hasn't posted any more of it.

 

#145:  Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Sun Jun 20, 2004 2:56 pm

Shocked I can't believe that the spy was Nell!
Looking forward to seeing what she does to Jo!

 

#146:  Author: Nicci, Location: UK PostPosted: Mon Jun 21, 2004 9:56 am

*worried that Ianswythe hasn't posted any more.*

*worries that evil Nell might have got to her too*

*wibble*

 

#147:  Author: Kathye, Location: Laleham PostPosted: Mon Jun 21, 2004 10:56 am

starts a chant for Ianswythe

Ianswythe

Ianswythe

Ianswythe

Ianswythe

Ianswythe

Please can we have some more Wink

 

#148:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Mon Jun 21, 2004 1:52 pm

*Joins in the chant, singing in dubious harmony*

Please tell us whats going to happen next!!

 

#149:  Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England PostPosted: Mon Jun 21, 2004 5:04 pm

*joins in the chant drummer *

 

#150:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 22, 2004 11:20 am

*proceeds to yell loudly for Ianswythe in all directions*
megaphone MORE MORE MORE

 

#151:  Author: Rebecca, Location: Kendal/Oxford PostPosted: Tue Jun 22, 2004 12:24 pm

*joins in the shouting, in her politest yelling tones*

OY!! IANSWYTHE!!! COME BACK!!!!

 

#152:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Tue Jun 22, 2004 3:59 pm

*is ashamed of her own insistence but cannot help yelling some more* megaphone megaphone megaphone

 

#153:  Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Tue Jun 22, 2004 11:49 pm

Grabs the drums from Ann and makes a very loud noise
drummer drummer drummer drummer drummer drummer drummerdrummerdrummer

 

#154:  Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England PostPosted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 12:16 pm

*now deprived of drums, starts worrying whether Ianswythe is OK*

 

#155:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 12:23 pm

Ianswythe? Ianswythe? Are you still there?

 

#156:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 2:00 pm

Please, please please, please, please, please, please, please, post some more soon. I can't stand the tension anymore!

 

#157:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Jun 24, 2004 9:27 am

Perhaps she's not feeling well, or he PB has deserted her. Hm, does anyone live near her?

 

#158:  Author: Annie,  PostPosted: Sun Jun 27, 2004 11:09 am

*Grabs megaphone from Elisabeth, drums from Dawn, and trumpet from the nearest orchestra then attempts to use them all to summon Ianswythe back*
Trumpet drummer megaphone
Trumpet drummer megaphone
Trumpet drummer megaphone
*fails miserably so commences to yell at top of voice*

 

#159:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sun Jun 27, 2004 1:35 pm

Getting seriously worried about Ianswythe now.

She may be on holiday.

 

#160:  Author: Elisabeth,  PostPosted: Sun Jun 27, 2004 3:06 pm

It's all right Ianswythe. We won't hammer you if you haven't written more drabble but please just let us know you're okay. Smile

 

#161:  Author: Annie,  PostPosted: Thu Jul 01, 2004 4:07 pm

Elisabeth wrote:
We won't hammer you if you haven't written more drabble

We certainly won't!!!!! PLEASE come back!

 

#162:  Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2004 1:32 pm

Im worried now, I hope you are ok Ianswythe Very Happy

 

#163:  Author: Nicci, Location: UK PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2004 9:54 pm

No more drabble?

*looking sad*

Hope RL (or whatevers keeping you away) won't keep you away for too long!

 

#164:  Author: Annie,  PostPosted: Sat Jul 03, 2004 8:42 am

*comes back to offer more condolences if it's RL which is preventing the posting of more drabble.*
*comes back to call to Ianswythe again*
*still wondering what's become of Ianswythe*

 

#165:  Author: Annie,  PostPosted: Sat Jul 10, 2004 10:04 am

BOTHER!
still no Ianswythe.
*seriously worried now* Confused
*sends out all three emergency services + mountain rescue + armed forces to find Ianswythe. Is aware that the services will be v. annoyed at being called out just to find a drabble-writer, Embarassed but protests, saying that they do not understand how important this drabble is Very Happy *
*prays for more*






P.S. Apologies for double posting

 

#166:  Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination PostPosted: Sat Jul 10, 2004 12:54 pm

Check out the COT thread - Ianswythe is there.

 

#167:  Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sat Jul 10, 2004 6:55 pm

she must have had a lot of washing, if she hasn't made it here yet!!!!! Wink

 

#168:  Author: Annie,  PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 6:52 pm

Chelsea wrote:
Check out the COT thread - Ianswythe is there.


WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT!
Are you seriously telling me that Inaswythe is araound but simply not telling us here!
Humph- I am greatly displeased!


(Dont worry Im not really)
Could someone tell me please where in this COT thread she is please?


Ooops- have just returned after finding her!

 

#169:  Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 10:27 pm

Well!!!! That was interesting. I geddit. Colonel Phillips really wants Jo out of the way- he sets her up to find Nell so that poor Nell (who probably has a knife to her own back) has to do the dirty deed. (or not so dirty, as it happens)

I have to confess I couldn't really care less about Simone myself. I'm much more bothered about the idea that Nell and possibly Hilda are really traitors. Ianswythe, couldn't you make it Madge instead and then the Bettanys can exterminate each other? Laughing

 

#170:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 6:18 am

Don't want Nell or Hilda to be traitors! Crying or Very sad Let the Bettany family exterminate themselves!

(Think EBD would be disappointed with me! Laughing )

 

#171:  Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 11:45 am

*g* Very disappointed, Lesley, but it might be a bit late for you of all people to start worrying about that minor detail.. Evil or Very Mad Twisted Evil

 

#172:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 12:20 pm

How long does it take to do the post-holiday washing. Is getting worried about Ianswythe.

 

#173:  Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 1:10 pm

Lisa_T wrote:
*g* Very disappointed, Lesley, but it might be a bit late for you of all people to start worrying about that minor detail.. Evil or Very Mad Twisted Evil


So it's too late for me to expect honours from those wanting to keep the Chalet School series pure then? Wink

 

#174:  Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 2:48 pm

ROFL, Lesley!

 

#175:  Author: Annie,  PostPosted: Mon Jul 19, 2004 11:47 am

Jennie wrote:
How long does it take to do the post-holiday washing.
He he he!
Jennie wrote:
Is getting worried about Ianswythe
Me too! Very.

 

#176:  Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 5:45 pm

Has anyone heard anything from Ianswythe at all? Also feeling worried.

 

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