Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen Miss Chadwick's Sleepless Night

Miss Chadwick was restless.She tossed and turned in bed, and tried other ancient methods of falling asleep, but to no avail. By eight o'clock Shesta had not returned, and had not heard from her.Miss Chadwick took it upon herself to call Inspector Kelsey.She was relieved to find that he did not take the matter too seriously.He told her to leave it to him.It is easy to find out whether a car accident may have occurred.After checking, he got in touch with London.Everything that should be done will be done, maybe this girl is playing truant.He advised Miss Chadwick not to mention the matter as much as possible at school, and to let it be thought that Siesta should spend the night with her uncle at the Claridge's.

"Neither you nor Miss Bulstrode, the worst thing you can do is to be in the papers again," said Kelsey. "It's unlikely that this girl will be kidnapped. Don't worry, Miss Chadwick. Let's do it." Let's deal with this." But Miss Chadwick was still worried. Lying in bed unable to sleep, her mind raced from the possible kidnapping to the murder. A murder occurs at Yerba Meadow Girls' School.This is terrible!Incredible!Fang Meadow Girls' School, Miss Chadwick's beloved Fang Meadow Girls' School.Perhaps she loved it more than Miss Bulstrode, though she loved it in a different way.Running this school is a risky, courageous enterprise.In the risk-taking process of running the school, she followed Miss Bulstrode faithfully, and experienced panic more than once.What if the whole venture fails?They didn't actually have much capital at the time, and if they didn't succeed—if all the funding given to them was withdrawn—Miss Chadwick's worries were endless, and she could always arrange endless "what ifs."Miss Bulstrode took pleasure in such an adventurous enterprise, especially at the risks involved, but Chardy did not.At times, in pangs of mistrust, she had begged for a more traditional way of running Greenfield Meadows for Girls.She insisted that it was safer that way.

But Miss Bulstrode never cared about safety.She has her own idea of ​​what the school should look like, and she pursues the goal in her heart without fear.It turned out that her bold approach was completely correct.But, oh, Chardy was finally relieved that the success of the school was a fait accompli. By this time Yerba Meadow Girls' School had gained a firm foothold and was unanimously recognized as an outstanding school in England.Until then, her love for Fangcao Di was fully released.Doubts, fears, worries melted away.There was quiet and prosperity.She was as contented as a purring she-cat, basking in the prosperity of the meadows.

When Miss Bulstrode first talked about retiring, she was quite disturbed.Retire now - while - when everything is going well?Really crazy!Miss Bulstrode talked of travelling, and how there was so much to see in the world.Chardy's heart was not moved.You won't find anything quite like Green Meadow anywhere!It seemed to her that nothing could break the peace of the Green Meadow.But now—the murder! What an ugly, crude word—'It was like a storm breaking in suddenly from the outside world.Murder—the only words Chadwick associates with are juvenile delinquents with daggers and doctors who poison their wives with malicious intent.But it was unbelievable that the murder should have happened here--in a school--not any other school--at Yerba Meadows.

Really, Miss Springer--poor Miss Springer, of course it wasn't her fault--but, illogically, Chady felt that she was somehow at fault anyway.She didn't know the traditions of Green Meadow.She is a mindless woman.She must have brought on this murder herself somehow.Miss Chadwick turned over, turned the pillow over, and said, "I shouldn't think about it any more. Maybe I'd better get up and take some aspirins. I'll try to count from one to fifty." ..." Before she could count to fifty, her thoughts returned to the track just now.She is anxious.Will all this - and perhaps the kidnapping - be published in the papers?Parents reading this are going to rush their daughters away oh my god she must be quiet and sleep with her eyes closed.What time is it?She turned on the light and looked at her watch.It was just a quarter past twelve.About this moment poor Miss Springer... no, she thought no more.But Miss Springer was so stupid, she just walked out alone like that without waking up others.

"Oh, dear," said Miss Chadwick, "I must have an aspirin." She got up and went to the washstand and downed a couple of aspirins with water.She drew back the curtains and looked out as she walked back to the bed.She didn't do it for anything, just to make herself feel at ease.What she needs to know is that of course there will be no lights in the gym in the middle of the night... But there are lights. Chardy jumped into action immediately.She put on a pair of sturdy shoes and a heavy coat, grabbed her own flashlight, and rushed out the door and down the stairs.She blamed Miss Springer for going to see without support, but it didn't occur to her now to do that either.She just couldn't wait to get to the gym and see who was breaking in.Still, she stopped and picked up a weapon—not a good one, maybe, but a weapon nonetheless.Then she went out by the side door and walked quickly along the path among the bushes.She was short of breath, but very determined.Only when the ground finally came to the door did she slow down and tiptoe along.The door was slightly open, she opened it wide and looked inside...

When Miss Chadwick got up to look for aspirins, Ann Shaplan was sitting face to face with a young man at a table in the "Wild Bird's Nest" nightclub, eating delicious chicken.She was wearing a black coat and looked very charming with a smile on her face.An thought, dear Dennis, he always looked like this. That's what I can't stand if I marry him.However, he is also really cute.What she said was: "Dennis, this is really interesting, it's a great change." "How about a new job?" Dennis said. "Well, I actually had a good time doing it."

"It doesn't look like a job for you, as far as I'm concerned." Ann smiled. "It's hard for me to say what is the right job for me. I like to change things up, Dennis." "I'll never understand why you quit your job at old Sir Mervyn Todhunt's." "Well, chiefly because of Sir Mervyn Todhunter. He displeased his wife by courting me. One of my philosophies is never to offend another man's wife. You know they will You're out of luck." "They're all jealous tigresses." "Oh, I can't say that, really," said Ann, "but I'm on the wives' side. Anyway, I like Mrs. Todhunter far better than I like old Mervyn. Why would you Strange about my current job?"

"Oh, school work. I should have said earlier, you're not a school work man." "I hate teaching at a school. I don't like being locked up and hanging out with a lot of women. But it's fun to be a secretary at a school like Green Meadows. It's a nice place, you know, Bull." Miss Strode is wonderful too. I can tell you she is amazing, her iron gray eyes can look right into your heart and discover your deepest secrets. She keeps you on your toes at all times .I don't make a single mistake when I write for her at her beck and call. Oh yes, she's a wonderful person indeed."

"I hope you're tired of all this work," Dennis said. "You know, Ann, it's 'time, stop messing around. Do this, do that, and settle down." "Dennis, you are so cute." Ann said noncommittally. "You're going to have fun, you know," Dennis said. "I think I will," Ann said, "but I'm not ready. And, you know, there's my mother to think about." "Yes, I was—was going to talk to you about it." "About my mother? What are you going to say?" "Well, Ann, you know, I think you're wonderful. You got an interesting job, then quit it all at once, and went home to take care of her."

"Yeah, she was really sick and I had to do it again and again." "Places, there are really nice places these days where people like your mother are well cared for, and that sort of thing. It's not really a madhouse either." "That kind of place costs a lot," Ann said. "No, not necessarily. And, even in public health programs..." Ann began to speak with a bit of complaint: "Living with my mother, I can handle it. Most of the time, my mother is clear. When she—when she is not clear, I go home and help." "She's—she's not—she's never—" "And then it's likely she'll hop on a train, or a bus, get off somewhere, and—well, you know, it's all troublesome, and sometimes it's more than one person can handle. But She's happy, even when she's confused. Sometimes it's funny. I remember her saying: 'Dear Ann, it's embarrassing, I knew I was going to Tibet , but I was sitting in a hotel in Deauville, not knowing how to get there. Then I thought why did I go to Tibet? So I thought I'd better go home. Then I couldn't remember How long ago did I leave home. My dear, it's embarrassing not to remember. ’ You know, Mom is hilarious about all this.I mean she can see the funny side of things herself. " "Actually, I haven't seen her yet," Dennis said. "I don't want people to see her," Ann said. "I think that's one thing you can do for your own people. Protect them—well, don't let people's curiosity and pity hurt them." "Not curious, Ann." "No, I don't think it's curiosity for you, but it might be pity. I don't want that either." "I do not understand what you mean." "But if you think I quit my job and come back home indefinitely over and over again, and I don't like it, I can tell you that I don't mind," Ann said. To get deeply involved in a job. I didn't even think about it when I got my first job right out of my secretary training. I thought it was all about doing the job well. As long as you really It's okay, you can be picky about your work. You can go to different places to meet the world, you can experience all kinds of life. Currently I am going through school life, looking at the UK from the inside Best study, I think I'll be there for a year and a half or so." "Ann, don't you ever get involved in anything?" "No," said Ann thoughtfully. "I don't think I would. I think I'm a natural observer, like some people, much like a radio commentator." "You're so detached," said Dennis morosely, "that you don't really like anything or anyone." "I think maybe I will someday," Ann said encouragingly. "I can more or less understand what you're thinking and feeling right now." "I doubt it," Ann said. "Anyway, I don't think you'll stay for a year. You'll be bored with those women," Dennis said. "There's a very beautiful gardener there." Just as she finished speaking, she saw Dennis' expression.Can't help laughing, "Don't be unhappy, I just want to make you jealous." "A female teacher was murdered. What's the matter?" "Oh, that thing." Ann's face became serious and benevolent. "Dennis, that's a weird thing. Really weird. It was a gym teacher. You know the type,' Ordinary gym teacher' type. I think there's a lot of mystery behind it." "Oh, you mustn't get involved in anything unpleasant." "That's easy to say. I've got a genius for being a detective, but I've never had a chance to show it. I think maybe I'm pretty good at it." "Don't mess around, Ann." "My dear, I'm not planning to follow dangerous criminals. I'm just going to--well, just going to do some logical deduction. How, by whom, and for what? That sort of thing. I've got a pretty interesting tip. " "install!" "Don't look so painful. It's just that this information doesn't seem to be related to anything." Ann said thoughtfully, "Up to a certain point, it can answer all doubts. But suddenly it can't continue to answer ’” Then she added cheerfully: “Maybe there will be a second murder, and that will clear things up a bit.” It was at this moment that Miss Chadwick pushed open the door of the gymnasium.

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