Tony Walker

What would happen when she was dead?

Miss Davis had died, she just heard her crying.

No, that was just a sound in her head.

Her face contorted again in the fearful effort to concentrate, to get it straight and clear in her mind.

Well, she would die, like Miss Davis, and then Miss Pendleham would get someone else to look after her, and it would all happen again with the new girl.

No, it mustn't.

It would not be right.

Miss Pendleham was very kind, but she didn't understand about the house.

It was all very curious and difficult, but it must not happen again.

there was Miss Davis still crying, still crying in her head.

But it would happen again, unless... unless she was brave.

If Miss Pendleham realised what sort of things happened to Miss Davis and her, and what they saw and heard, she wouldn't let it happen, of course.

But she didn't, and so... Did she hate Miss Pendleton?

Of course not.

Why should she?

Again, St Vitus racked her face.

But it wouldn't happen again.

There was the man and the little girl.

She flung up her hands to her ears.

A red veil was drawn down before her eyes.