hissed April, crawling beneath the parked van next to them. Stuart wriggled after her, like a caterpillar. From his new viewpoint, his chin an inch or so above the road, he could see the tires of the police car, the door opening, the feet of a policeman getting out. There was a momentary pause, and then another pair of feet, clad in smart high heels, appeared in view.“Good evening, Officer,” came Jeannie’s voice.“Oh, hello, Miss Carr. I didn’t expect to see you here.” The policeman sounded both surprised and rather respectful. It was as if Jeannie were someone quite important. “We got a call from a local resident who spotted lights in the museum,” said the policeman.“As did I,” Jeannie lied. “I was about to call you. I think some vandals must have forced their way in.”“They had trouble yesterday too,” said the policeman. “A small boy smashed up the Victorian farm room.”“Shocking,” said Jeannie, sounding shocked. “My student Clifford’s gone to investigate—shall we join him?”The two sets of feet disappeared from view.“We should get out of here,”
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