Free Clementine Rose and the Movie Magic 9 by Jacqueline Harvey Page B

Tilda and Teddy’s house, which almost caused Aunt Violet to choke.
    â€˜What’s my Pharaoh doing outside?’ she demanded.
    â€˜It’s fine, Aunt Violet. He was supervised,’ Clementine said.
    The movie continued with shots of the pair in the kitchen when all of a sudden the sound crackled and the screen went black.
    â€˜Is that all?’ Aunt Violet said. ‘What happens in the end?’
    â€˜Oh no, is this where I left the camera on in the kitchen last night?’ Clementine said disappointedly.
    â€˜Trust me, Clementine, you’ll be very glad you did.’ Drew winked at her. ‘I think you’re all going to love what comes next.’
    Clarissa and Uncle Digby looked at one another and shrugged.
    â€˜What’s he talking about?’ Uncle Digby asked.
    The screen came back to life, this time showing a dim kitchen illuminated only by a couple of wall lamps. In the corner of the frame was an outline of a person – a woman. They all watched as the shadowy figure reached down into Pharaoh’s basket and picked up the sleeping cat. Then she walked up the back stairs and vanished out of shot.

    â€˜Ms Spencer!’ Clementine exclaimed. ‘ She took Pharaoh upstairs.’
    â€˜Yes,’ Drew said, ‘and if you look at the time stamp on the video, it happened not long before Mr Doncaster discovered Pharaoh wrapped around his head.’
    â€˜Oh, dear me,’ Mr Doncaster gasped. ‘Drew, you were right. It seems we have a saboteur in our midst.’
    Lady Clarissa looked at Drew. ‘You knew about this?’ she asked.
    â€˜I saw it when I was editing the footage this morning. I thought it best if Mr Doncaster found out with everyone else. I should have told you. I’m sorry,’ he said sheepishly.
    Clarissa shook her head and smiled. ‘Don’t be sorry. It’s brilliant … but Ms Spencer’s leaving any minute now.’
    â€˜No, she’s not,’ the group chorused.
    Drew jumped up and took off, with Lady Clarissa and the rest of the household hot on his heels.

They reached the entrance foyer just in time to see Finley Spencer bouncing down the staircase.
    â€˜Stop right there!’ Drew yelled.
    The woman paused and smiled like the cat with the cream. ‘Hello Drew. Whatever’s the matter?’
    â€˜I’ll tell you what the matter is,’ Lady Clarissa said, stepping forward. ‘You’ve been caught on camera, red-handed.’
    â€˜What are you talking about?’ Finley demanded.
    â€˜You put Pharaoh in Mr Doncaster’s room,’ Clementine blurted.
    â€˜I did no such thing.’ The woman dropped her suitcase with a thud. At the same time a small gold cylinder fell out of her pocket. It clattered on the ground and rolled down the steps, stopping in front of Aunt Violet’s foot.
    â€˜That’s my lipstick!’ Aunt Violet gasped, reaching down to pick it up. ‘I’ve been looking for it everywhere.’
    Finley Spencer gulped.
    Clementine and Will looked at each other and then at the woman.
    â€˜You put the lipstick on the glasses,’ Will said.
    â€˜And you cut Nellie’s hair and dropped the cake!’ Clemmie exclaimed.
    â€˜May I have my key back?’ Uncle Digby held out his hand, glaring at the woman. Finley Spencer pulled it out of her pocket and threw it at him.
    Mr Doncaster turned to Clarissa. ‘It seems I owe you an apology. What I don’t understandis why. What did you have to gain by doing this, Ms Spencer?’
    Aunt Violet suddenly realised what it was that had been bothering her about the woman. ‘It was you in the paper the other day. You’re Finley Spencer from Spencer Industries, aren’t you?’ the old woman flapped.
    â€˜Oh my goodness,’ Lady Clarissa sighed. ‘You’re the person who’s been sending me all those letters asking to buy Penberthy House.’
    â€˜You made the