Cat Sitter Among the Pigeons

Cat Among the Pigeons

IV

The girls filed into the hall for prayers that evening as usual, and afterward Miss Bulstrode arrested their departure by raising her hand.

“I have something to say to you all. Miss Springer, as you know, was shot last night in the Sports Pavilion. If any of you has heard or seen anything in the past week - anything that has puzzled you relating to Miss Springer, anything Miss Springer may have said or someone else may have said of her that strikes you as at all significant, I should like to know it. You can come to me in my sitting room any time this evening.”

“Oh,” Julia Upjohn sighed, as the girls filed out, “how I wish we did know something! But we don't, do we, Jennifer?”

“No,” said Jennifer, “of course we don't.”

“Miss Springer always seemed so very ordinary,” said Julia, sadly, “much too ordinary to get killed in a mysterious way.”

“I don't suppose it was so mysterious,” said Jennifer. “Just a burglar.”

“Stealing our tennis racquets, I suppose,” said Julia with sarcasm.

“Perhaps someone was blackmailing her,” suggested one of the other girls hopefully.

“What about?” said Jennifer.

But nobody could think of any reason for blackmailing Miss Springer.