It is sometimes difficult being Daisy’s best friend, but being her vice president and secretary is much more simple.

It is like the difference between waiting to go in to the dentist and sitting in his chair.Īnd now that there is a murder to solve, Daisy and I can be the Detective Society again. Last night was dreadful, but now it has happened I feel almost relieved. It has felt as though something awful were rushing toward us. Just like the changes that have taken place in me, the school has felt different from last year, and not at all in a good way. She bounces back from things, like a rubber ball-not even what happened at Fallingford could truly alter her.īefore the fifth of November, I had not been enjoying Deepdean much this semester. On the other hand, sometimes I think that even though Daisy keeps on shooting upward and becoming blonder and lovelier than ever, she has stayed the same inside. All the things that have happened in the past year have made me quite a new shape, I think-one who has faced up to the murderer at Daisy’s home, Fallingford, and defied my father to solve the Orient Express case. My hair is still straight and dark brown, my face is still round, and I still have the pimple on my nose (I suppose it must be a different pimple, but it does not look that way). When I measured myself last week, I found I have hardly grown at all-or at least, not upward. I suppose I still look almost exactly like the Hazel I was when I ran into the Gym and found Miss Bell, our science teacher, lying on the floor last October. It seems in a way as though we have not moved at all-or as though we have made a circle, and come all the way back to the beginning again. The Detective Society has solved three real murder mysteries so far, and yet we still missed a murder taking place under our noses, in our very own Deepdean School for Girls-the place where we began our detective careers one year ago. Being reminded that despite all the measures she puts in place (having informants in the younger years, ingratiating herself with the older girls and Jones the handyman and the teachers), there are still things going on at Deepdean that she does not understand-well, that has put her in an even worse mood than the one she has been in lately.Īnd, if I’m honest, I feel strangely ashamed. You see, Daisy needs to know things, and see everything, and get in everywhere. She has been grinding her teeth (so hard that my teeth ache in sympathy) and saying, “Oh, Hazel! How could we not notice it? We were on the spot!” We were all looking up, and so we missed the murder.

Jolly foul play