Sophie Cleverly - The Whispers in the Walls

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

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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

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

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Praise

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One: Scarlet

Chapter Two: Ivy

Chapter Three: Scarlet

Chapter Four: Ivy

Chapter Five: Scarlet

Chapter Six: Ivy

Chapter Seven: Scarlet

Chapter Eight: Ivy

Chapter Nine: Scarlet

Chapter Ten: Ivy

Chapter Eleven: Scarlet

Chapter Twelve: Ivy

Chapter Thirteen: Scarlet

Chapter Fourteen: Ivy

Chapter Fifteen: Scarlet

Chapter Sixteen: Ivy

Chapter Seventeen: Scarlet

Chapter Eighteen: Ivy

Chapter Nineteen: Scarlet

Chapter Twenty: Ivy

Chapter Twenty-One: Scarlet

Chapter Twenty-Two: Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Three: Scarlet

Chapter Twenty-Four: Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Five: Scarlet

Chapter Twenty-Six: Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Scarlet

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Ivy

Chapter Thirty: Scarlet

Chapter Thirty-One: Ivy

Chapter Thirty-Two: Scarlet

Chapter Thirty-Three: Ivy

Chapter Thirty-Four: Scarlet

Chapter Thirty-Five: Ivy

Chapter Thirty-Six: Scarlet

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Ivy

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Scarlet

Acknowledgements

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About the Author

About the Publisher

ALIS GRAVE NIL

NOTHING IS HEAVY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE WINGS

ROOKWOOD SCHOOL MOTTO

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.

Her mother?

Ivy clambered up from the ground, still shaking and clearly torn between smiling and sobbing. “We’ll get you out of here,” she said.

Reality came crashing down around me. What if the doctors wouldn’t let me go? What if they still thought I was insane?

I turned to my twin. “Did it all really happen?” I asked quietly. “All of it? Violet’s scheming? The fight on the rooftop? Miss Fox taking her away?”

Ivy stared back at me for a moment, and then she nodded. “All of that, and more …”

Miss Finch went back inside with the secretary. I almost tried to stop her going, half worried that they’d persuade her to leave me here. But she said she would set things right and get me discharged.

Ivy and I sat shoulder to shoulder on the bench next to the pond. It was just like we’d done so many times at our aunt Phoebe’s house when we’d stayed there as children, long before Ivy went to live with her.

Once I’d convinced her that I was all in one piece, Ivy told me everything that had happened. I learnt about how she’d been forced to go to Rookwood and pretend to be me, the hunt for the diary entries, her new friend Ariadne, evil, money-hungry Miss Fox and her secret daughter: Miss Finch.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless.