A New Home

Laterthatday,thenewsbegantospreadthattheHeadmistresshadrecoveredfromherfainting-fitandhadthenmarchedoutoftheschoolbuildingtight-lippedandwhiteintheface.

Thenextmorningshedidnotturnupatschool.Atlunchtime,Mr.Trilby,theDeputyHead,telephonedherhousetoenquireifshewasfeelingunwell.Therewasnoanswertothephone.

Whenschoolwasover,Mr.Trilbydecidedtoinvestigatefurther,sohewalkedtothehousewhereMissTrunchbulllivedontheedgeofthevillage,thelovelysmallred-brickGeorgianbuildingknownasTheRedHouse,tuckedawayinthewoodsbehindthehills.

Herangthebell.Noanswer.

Heknockedloudly.Noanswer.

Hecalledout,"Isanybodyathome?"Noanswer.

Hetriedthedoorandtohissurprisefounditunlocked.Hewentin.

Thehousewassilentandtherewasnooneinit,andyetallthefurniturewasstillinplace.Mr.Trilbywentupstairstothemainbedroom.Herealsoeverythingseemedtobenormaluntilhestartedopeningdrawersandlookingintocupboards.Therewerenoclothesorunderclothesorshoesanywhere.Theyhadallgone.

She’sdoneabunk,Mr.TrilbysaidtohimselfandhewentawaytoinformtheSchoolGovernorsthattheHeadmistresshadapparentlyvanished.

Onthesecondmorning,MissHoneyreceivedbyregisteredpostaletterfromafirmoflocalsolicitorsinformingherthatthelastwillandtestamentofherlatefather,DrHoney,hadsuddenlyandmysteriouslyturnedup.

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