The Truth About Verity Sparks (2014)
“After days of autumn sun the weather had changed, and when we left for the seance on Thursday night, a chill mist was settling. At first it was as wispy as the veiling on a ladies bonnet, but as we drove closer to the city it turned into fog. Like a blanket, I thought. Or a shroud.
It wasn’t really like me to think about shrouds, but I’d been as jumpy as a cat all day and now I was feeling downright miserable. I wasn’t the only one. Judith was moping about like a wet hen, the Professor had come down with a head cold that kept him tucked up with lemon drinks and hot water bottles, and even SP wasn’t his usual self. But he tried to cheer me up. He told me all about Cleopatra’s interesting condition – she had eggs, six of them – and how he’d seen the Prince of Wales in our street last week, and that there was a new case to work on. A problem with a will. I’m afraid I wasn’t really listening, and we both fell silent. SP sighed. It was a long, heavy sigh.
“It’s time I told you something, Verity.”
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