that,’ said Kate. ‘There’s a nappy emergency.’
Zoe picked Simon up and hugged him. (I’m not sure how she could bring herself to do that as the smell had already reached me, and it was totally disgusting. Maybe mums get special hormones so they don’t notice stuff like that.)
‘Is your big sister bullying you again, Simon?’ Zoe asked. ‘She’s a very naughty big sister, isn’t she?’
Kate made a face at me, but I knew she was pleased. She totally loves being a big sister – even to a baby who was wearing the stinkiest nappy I’d ever smelled.
Zoe took Simon inside to change his nappy, and when she came out again, she sat on the grass beside us.
‘I’ve been dying to tell you two the greatnews,’ she said. ‘While Simon was having his nap this morning, I did some more research on the internet. I managed to trace Daisy’s arrival in New York. She got there on the 15th of November 1947.’
‘That’s amazing,’ I said. ‘Then what happened?’
Zoe gave a big sigh. ‘That’s it, I’m afraid. I couldn’t get any further. After Daisy’s arrival in New York, it’s as if she vanished into thin air.’
‘That’s what Rose said too,’ I said. ‘After a while Daisy just stopped writing to her. Back then, Rose had no way of tracing her, but surely, with the internet, we should be able to find something out.’
‘She couldn’t just disappear,’ said Kate.
‘Maybe she took her aunt’s name or something,’ said Zoe.
‘Or maybe she died,’ whispered Kate.
‘No way,’ I said. ‘She couldn’t be dead. I know she’s alive.’
‘How do you know that?’ asked Kate gently.
‘I just know,’ I said, even though that sounded totally stupid and pathetic. ‘I know Daisy is alive. I know we can prove that her father was innocent, and then we can track her down and tell her the good news. It’s going to happen – I’ve made up my mind.’
That night I looked at Daisy’s photo for a long time. I don’t usually talk to photographs of ancient people, but I couldn’t stop myself.
‘I’m going to help you Daisy,’ I said. ‘I’m going to find out what really happened. I’m going to make it right again. I promise.’
‘Any bright ideas?’ asked Kate when we met the next day.
‘Nope. You?’
She shook her head. We sat on my garden wall for a long time, saying nothing.
‘Do you ever watch
CSI
?’ I asked in the end.
‘Nope,’ said Kate. I’d forgotten that she hardly ever watches TV. She prefers looking at stars and plants and stuff.
‘Well,’ I said. ‘On
CSI,
when they’re trying to solve a crime, they always try to find a motive.’
‘And your point is?’
‘Motives are crucial. If Jean-Marc didn’t take the chalice that means George Eades was lying when he said he saw him do it. So we need to find out why he told that lie. We need to know what his motive was. That’s the key to finding out the truth.’
‘That makes perfect sense,’ said Kate. ‘Only trouble is, George Eades is probably dead by now, and I’m guessing his motive died with him.’
‘There is one thing we could do,’ I said. ‘Maybe we could track down his family.’
Kate didn’t say anything, but I was kind of warming up, so I didn’t let that bother me.
‘Maybe he has grandchildren who know what happened,’ I said. ‘Maybe they could tell us something that would help us.’
‘What makes you think that?’
‘Well, people know stuff about their grandparents don’t they?’
She narrowed her eyes. ‘What kind of stuff do you know about your grandparents?’
I giggled. ‘I know that my granny loves toffees that come in a blue tin, even though she’s afraid they will damage her false teeth. I know that my granddad says rude words under his breath when he can’t solve the daily crossword.’
Kate laughed too. ‘Exactly. All you know about your grandparents is useless stuff.’
‘Well in the absence of a better idea, I still think we should talk to the Eades
Zoe picked Simon up and hugged him. (I’m not sure how she could bring herself to do that as the smell had already reached me, and it was totally disgusting. Maybe mums get special hormones so they don’t notice stuff like that.)
‘Is your big sister bullying you again, Simon?’ Zoe asked. ‘She’s a very naughty big sister, isn’t she?’
Kate made a face at me, but I knew she was pleased. She totally loves being a big sister – even to a baby who was wearing the stinkiest nappy I’d ever smelled.
Zoe took Simon inside to change his nappy, and when she came out again, she sat on the grass beside us.
‘I’ve been dying to tell you two the greatnews,’ she said. ‘While Simon was having his nap this morning, I did some more research on the internet. I managed to trace Daisy’s arrival in New York. She got there on the 15th of November 1947.’
‘That’s amazing,’ I said. ‘Then what happened?’
Zoe gave a big sigh. ‘That’s it, I’m afraid. I couldn’t get any further. After Daisy’s arrival in New York, it’s as if she vanished into thin air.’
‘That’s what Rose said too,’ I said. ‘After a while Daisy just stopped writing to her. Back then, Rose had no way of tracing her, but surely, with the internet, we should be able to find something out.’
‘She couldn’t just disappear,’ said Kate.
‘Maybe she took her aunt’s name or something,’ said Zoe.
‘Or maybe she died,’ whispered Kate.
‘No way,’ I said. ‘She couldn’t be dead. I know she’s alive.’
‘How do you know that?’ asked Kate gently.
‘I just know,’ I said, even though that sounded totally stupid and pathetic. ‘I know Daisy is alive. I know we can prove that her father was innocent, and then we can track her down and tell her the good news. It’s going to happen – I’ve made up my mind.’
That night I looked at Daisy’s photo for a long time. I don’t usually talk to photographs of ancient people, but I couldn’t stop myself.
‘I’m going to help you Daisy,’ I said. ‘I’m going to find out what really happened. I’m going to make it right again. I promise.’
‘Any bright ideas?’ asked Kate when we met the next day.
‘Nope. You?’
She shook her head. We sat on my garden wall for a long time, saying nothing.
‘Do you ever watch
CSI
?’ I asked in the end.
‘Nope,’ said Kate. I’d forgotten that she hardly ever watches TV. She prefers looking at stars and plants and stuff.
‘Well,’ I said. ‘On
CSI,
when they’re trying to solve a crime, they always try to find a motive.’
‘And your point is?’
‘Motives are crucial. If Jean-Marc didn’t take the chalice that means George Eades was lying when he said he saw him do it. So we need to find out why he told that lie. We need to know what his motive was. That’s the key to finding out the truth.’
‘That makes perfect sense,’ said Kate. ‘Only trouble is, George Eades is probably dead by now, and I’m guessing his motive died with him.’
‘There is one thing we could do,’ I said. ‘Maybe we could track down his family.’
Kate didn’t say anything, but I was kind of warming up, so I didn’t let that bother me.
‘Maybe he has grandchildren who know what happened,’ I said. ‘Maybe they could tell us something that would help us.’
‘What makes you think that?’
‘Well, people know stuff about their grandparents don’t they?’
She narrowed her eyes. ‘What kind of stuff do you know about your grandparents?’
I giggled. ‘I know that my granny loves toffees that come in a blue tin, even though she’s afraid they will damage her false teeth. I know that my granddad says rude words under his breath when he can’t solve the daily crossword.’
Kate laughed too. ‘Exactly. All you know about your grandparents is useless stuff.’
‘Well in the absence of a better idea, I still think we should talk to the Eades
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