The Last Secret
Scarlet and Ivy are back at Rookwood school for what could be their final term…The sixth and final book in the SCARLET AND IVY series is perfect for fans of MURDER MOST UNLADYLIKE.When Scarlet and Ivy return to school after the holidays, they quickly realise that the school is in danger. The twins will need to confront enemies from their past and their present if they are to have any chance of it surviving. Could the last secret at Rookwood be the one that brings it down? Or will Scarlet and Ivy be able to untangle the trails of clues and red herrings in time to save it?
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books in 2019
Published in this ebook edition in 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008218232
Ebook Edition © January 2019 ISBN: 9780008218218
Version: 2018-11-14
âThis is one of the best books I have ever read. It was exciting, funny, warm and mysterious.â Lily, aged 9
âThe whole book was brilliant ⦠after the first paragraph it was as though Ivy was my best friend.â Ciara, aged 10
âThis book is full of excitement and adventure â a masterpiece!â Jennifer, aged 9
âThis is a page-turning mystery adventure with puzzles that keep you guessing.â Felicity, aged 11
âA brilliant and exciting book.â Evie, aged 8
âThe story shone with excitement, secrets and bonds of friendship ⦠If I had to mark this book out of 10, I would give it 11!â Sidney, aged 11
For all the readers of Scarlet and Ivy. This last secret is for you â¦
Contents
But the first surprise had been Father inviting us back for the holidays. Last time weâd been home, our stepmother had told us in no uncertain terms that she didnât want us setting foot in their cottage ever again. But that chilly December, Father had telephoned our new headmistress at Rookwood School and told her that he would be picking us up instead of his sister â our Aunt Phoebe.
My twin, Scarlet, and I clambered out of Fatherâs motor car, taking in the sight of our home as we breathed frosty plumes into the air like dragons. I was trying to remember it all in case we were forbidden from returning once more.
It was a large cottage that could have come straight from a fairy tale, all bright stone with a perfectly thatched roof. Whereas Aunt Phoebeâs house was a working cottage â mud on the floors and dusty coats hung up on hooks â this place seemed to exist only to look pretty. As I gazed at it, I felt nothing but cold, inside and out. There was an iron gate that opened on to the pristine lawn where we had once sat with our suitcases, Scarlet waiting to go to Rookwood and me to Aunt Phoebeâs â it seemed like a lifetime ago. The roses clambering up the stone walls could have been beautiful, tinged with white frost, but they were beginning to brown and wither, and the thorns looked sharp.
It was funny how quickly the seasons could change from one to the other. It seemed only moments ago that weâd suffered an ordeal on All Hallowsâ Eve, and shuffled through autumn leaves to the bonfire on Guy Fawkes Night. Now there were only two days left before Christmas, and here we were, at a place I thought weâd never see again.
Father walked up to the front door with our luggage, humming to himself. Scarlet and I followed, sharing a nervous glance as we crunched our way up the path. What were we going to find inside? I was sure our stepmother wouldnât be pleased that Father had ignored her wishes and invited us back to the house.
