Wakestone Hall chapter sampler

dropping the candle. It sputtered and went out. She staggered backwards, out of the larder, knocking a pile of bowls from the table. They hit the floor with a smash. The maids shrieked. The cat yowled. He shot down from the shelf and out of the larder with his tail like a bottlebrush, trailing the sausages behind him. Miss McCragg flailed

around in the darkness, trying to hit the cat with her stick. She missed him, but knocked over another pile of crockery. The maids squealed.

The cat bounded up on the table and leaped onto Miss McCragg’s head. She screeched again, swinging wildly with her stick, bashing into things. Several saucepans fell down, clanging. Miss McCragg tripped over a saucepan and thumped into the maids. They all fell over. The cat sprang up onto a high shelf, and from there up onto the windowsill. He shot out of the open window, disappearing into the night, along with all of Miss Garnet’s sausages. Stella nudged Agapanthus and Ottilie and whispered, ‘Come on. Quick.’

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