Miss. Wilson's Missing Gin by Elle

Who has been stealing Nell's gin and why?


This is one of the earliest stories I wrote when I first joined the CBB.

Categories: St Clare's House Characters: Hilda Annersley, Jack Maynard, Jem Russell, Jo (Bettany) Maynard, Mary-Lou Trelawney, Matron Lloyd, Nell Wilson
School Period: Switzerland
School Name: Chalet School
Genre: Humour
Series: None
Chapters: 7 Completed: Yes Word count: 10118 Read: 6332 Published: 04 Jul 2011 Updated: 04 Jul 2011
Chapter 1 by Elle

Miss Wilson crept stealthily through the corridors of the Chalet School. She was on a mission. Tonight would be the night. The mystery would be solved. Where had those naughty middles hidden her Gin? Locker inspections had revealed nothing, but Miss Wilson knew it was them. Who else could it be? The Middles were responsible for all the naughtiness in the school. It had to be them. A loud clunk echoed through the darkness. Miss Wilson looked down; her foot had connected with an empty Gin bottle. A clue! As Miss Wilson bent down to pick it up, someone jumped on her back. Before she knew it, she was trussed up, gagged and blindfolded. Footsteps hurried past her. Her nose twitched. She could smell the missing Gin. If only she could smell the thieves. How long she lay there Miss Wilson didn't know, but when she came to she was back in her own bed, the empty Gin bottle clasped in her hand and a very disapproving Miss Annersley looking down at her.

"Really Nell, I know we all need to indulge ourselves once in a while, with this job who wouldn't? But I really would prefer that you didn't wander around the school displaying your dipsomania to the world."

"But, but..." spluttered Nell.

"I really do resent having to put you to bed, as well as clean up the mess you have made in the Middles Common Room. Its just to bad of you."

And with that Miss Annersley stalked out of the room leaving Nell speechless with shock and a brain going into overdrive. The finger was most definitely pointing at the Middles, all she had to do was catch them and with her lethal sarcastic tongue get them to reveal where that had hidden the Gin. Although, by the sounds of things, there probably wouldn't be much left...

So, once again at midnight Miss. Wilson found herself creeping stealthily along the corridors of the school. She had been woken by what sounded like feet shuffling past her doorway. This time she would capture the thief! Hugging the wall Nell moved quietly along, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the hunched, shuffling figure creeping before her. She was gaining slowly.

Mindful of the way she had been captured last time, Nell decided to try the same trick. With a wild yell she leapt upon the figure. There was an almighty scream. Wrestling the figure to the ground and securing her with her dressing gown tie, Nell dived for the lights. There before her was the trussed up figure of none other then Matey.

"Give me the Gin!" shrieked Nell.

"What?" responded Matron.

"My Gin! I know you have stolen it and I have caught you at last!"

"I haven’t stolen your Gin," said Matron in horror," but I would like to know who has stolen my err... I mean the medicinal brandy."

The two staff members stared at each other in shock.

"Then who...?" they said together....

There was a soft clunk behind the two stunned women. They spun round, there on the floor were an empty brandy bottle and an empty Gin bottle. They picked them up.

"Where did they come from?" asked Matey.

But before Nell could reply there came the sound of approaching footsteps, and Miss Annersley appeared around the corner.

"Well really," she exclaimed, "First of all I find Nell passed out drunk in the corridor and now it seems the two of you are indulging in alcoholic parties together." She glared at the empty bottles in their hands.

"But, but we...." spluttered Miss Wilson and Matey.

"I don't want to hear any excuses," snapped Miss Annersley, her blue eyes looking grey with annoyance. "Tomorrow night you are going to be sleeping in my room, on camp beds, and before that you can spend the evening hemming sheets. Now go to bed, both of you."

As the upset pair slunk off Miss Wilson muttered to Matey, "Do you know how to hem sheets? I don't."

"Neither do I," replied Matey, "That’s why I always get the girls to do it as a punishment."

"Same here." said Nell.

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