The Last Secret. Sophie Cleverly

calling an emergency meeting,” I said.

      “A what?” she asked.

      “An emergency meeting,” I repeated, a little louder.

      She winced and held her hand over her ear. “All right! But why?”

      “We need to find a way to save the school, and we can’t do it alone. And I don’t just mean calling Ariadne. I think we need more people. We need a team.”

      The look on Ivy’s face told me that she wasn’t quite convinced by this plan, but I could feel the wheels starting to roll. I was on to something.

      “Come on,” I said. “I’m starting with Penny and Nadia …”

      After dinner, I stood in the darkening window of room thirteen, looking out at a small sea of confused faces.

      Ivy was sitting on her bed, with Ariadne beside her. Violet and Rose were sitting on mine, talking to each other in voices so quiet that I could barely hear them. Ebony sat in the middle, on the carpet, like an island. Penny and Nadia sat a little way behind her, cross-legged.

      “Right,” I said. “You’re probably wondering why you’re all here.”

      “Why are we are?” Penny asked loudly.

      I glared at her. “If you’ll let me finish … I’m calling an emergency meeting. To save Rookwood.”

      I was trying to be a little dramatic, but my efforts went unnoticed.

      “No,” said Penny. “I meant why are we here.” She pointed to herself and Nadia. “You hate us. I think Nadia still hates me.”

      “I don’t hate you,” said Nadia, rolling her eyes. Strangely, Penny looked quite pleased with that.

      “Shut up, both of you,” I said. “You’re here because you’re already involved, whether you like it or not. You’ve both been here the whole time – at Rookwood, I mean. You’ve seen everything that’s happened with Miss Fox and Mr Bartholomew. You even read my diary!”

      Nadia had the good grace to look a little sheepish about that.

      But Penny just shrugged. “I still don’t get it.”

      “All right,” I said to her. “You want me to speak your language? Henry is a snake. It takes one to know one.”

      “Huh!” she said. “Well, perhaps you’ve got a point there.” She was clearly trying to look annoyed, but her face soon broke into a devious grin.

      “Right, then,” I said, clasping my hands together. “I think I should explain about the Whispers in the Walls. Some of you already know, but not all of you.”

      There were a few knowing nods from my friends, while those who didn’t know what I was talking about looked puzzled.

      “The Whispers was a secret group that our mother was part of, many years ago. We found out about them when Violet hid Rose in a concealed room in the basement that had their writing all over the wall.”

      Ebony’s mouth dropped open. “Wait, what? There’s a hidden room in the basement?”

      “Not any more,” Ariadne said. “The entrance was destroyed in a fire.”

      “And why was Rose hiding in it?” Ebony asked.

      “Because Violet rescued her from an asylum, and her family were trying to kill her,” I said.

      “Oh,” said Ebony.

      “So anyway, the Whispers’ aim was to expose the original Mr Bartholomew for his cruelty,” I continued, “and for the punishment he gave to a pupil that led to her death.”

      Ebony had really missed out on a lot of the dramatic events at Rookwood.

      Nadia raised her hand. “I heard he stabbed her with a letter opener.”

      I sighed. “No. He didn’t. But anyway, we managed to track down all this information that the Whispers had, and we used it to trick him into confessing.”

      Now Violet raised her hand. “I don’t understand where this is going.”

      I glared at her. “You don’t need to keep raising your hands. Just listen to me, all right? The Whispers never managed to take down Mr Bartholomew, but we helped their voices be heard. Now we’re up against his son, and the school is about to be closed – whether that’s really temporary or not. And the thing is, thanks to Ariadne translating the secret code, Ivy and I have found some new information left by our mother.”

      “What information?” Violet asked.

      I put my head in my hands. This was like herding cats. Luckily, Ivy took over for me. “She was investigating the headmaster on her own too, after she left school. She’d heard rumours that he didn’t truly own Rookwood.”