VJ warned us that there was a murderer in our midst: 8 students had disappeared mysteriously in the past 6 months. Signs of threats to School staff were the discovery of my black jacket in a pond (MR kindly paddled in to retrieve it) and the suggestion that SC buy a house on a cliff edge. The prime suspect was a slightly overweight female (possibly Italian?) lecturer who was now demanding a private meeting with the Head of School. I begged SS not to attend, or at least take GR as a bodyguard. VJ’s parents dashed around making cakes and changing sheets.