The Whispers in the Walls

The Whispers in the Walls
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Scarlet and Ivy return to Rookwood School – in their second spine-tingling mystery adventure!Perfect for fans of MURDER MOST UNLADYLIKE.The twins have been reunited, but are definitely not out of danger…Evil Miss Fox may have fled the scene, but headmaster Mr Bartholomew is back, imposing a reign of terror with his threats of epic punishments should any of the pupils step out of line.When possessions and food start going missing, and the finger of suspicion is pointed firmly at troublemaking Scarlet, she knows she must uncover the truth to clear her name. The twins’ investigations through the school in the dead of night reveal a secret hidden deep within the walls, a terrible crime committed many years past, and a very real threat to their present…

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2015

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Scarlet and Ivy : The Whispers in the Walls

Text copyright © Sophie Cleverly, 2015

Cover illustration © Kate Forrester; Interior illustration © Manuel Šumberac

Cover design © HarperCollins Publishers 2015

Sophie Cleverly asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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Source ISBN: 9780007589203

Ebook Edition © October 2015 ISBN: 9780007589210

Version: 2016-06-02

“This is one of the best books I have ever read. It was exciting, funny, warm and mysterious.” Lily, aged 9

“The whole book was brilliant … after the first paragraph it was as though Ivy was my best friend.” Ciara, aged 10

“This book is full of excitement and adventure — a masterpiece!” Jennifer, aged 9

“This is a page-turning mystery adventure with puzzles that keep you guessing.” Felicity, aged 11

“A brilliant and exciting book.” Evie, aged 8

“The story shone with excitement, secrets and bonds of friendship … If I had to mark this book out of 10, I would give it 11!” Sidney, aged 11

In memory of Sir Terry Pratchett.

“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?”




My name is Scarlet Grey, and until today I thought I would be lost forever.

I was taken away from Rookwood School in the dead of night, locked away in an asylum and given a new name. They told me I was crazy. They told me I’d imagined everything that had happened.

Everyone else forgot about me.

Everyone but my twin sister Ivy …

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought I was seeing my reflection on the other side of the window. And then she moved.

She put her hand up against the glass. For a minute, I just stared. Our eyes met through the window, and I held up my own hand – a perfect mirror image.

I was saved!

Throwing the doors open, I ran outside, Nurse Joan calling after me. I skidded to a halt and hurled my arms around my twin.

“Ivy! Is it really you?”

She looked back at me, and immediately burst into tears.

Maybe I should have cried too, but I couldn’t. I’d never been so happy. I could’ve flown off the ground at that moment. She’d found me, I was being rescued, I was getting out of the asylum. I was free.

So instead, I laughed. I laughed and I span my sister round until she had no choice but to laugh through her tears, and we both collapsed by the pond in a heap.

“Oh, Scarlet,” she sobbed. “Miss Fox told me you were dead. I … I believed her, I really did. Father believed you were dead too. But then I found your diary, and I pieced it all together, but still I … I never thought …”

I realised then that we weren’t alone. The nurse and the secretary had stepped outside, but that wasn’t all.

“Miss Finch!” I jumped up. “Why are you here?”

My old ballet teacher was staring at me, happiness and shock mixing in her wide eyes. “Hello, Scarlet,” she said. She ran a hand through her red hair and exhaled loudly. “I can’t believe this. You are alive. I think I need to sit down.”

I guided her to a bench, and she sank down awkwardly. “When I get hold of my mother …” she muttered.

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