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The trio in the office watched as Miss Annersley walked along to the place where the body had been found.

"What does this do?" said Nancy, pressing two random keys.

Hilda was walking along a corridor when two letters flashed across her eyes: ef.

"What the ****?" exclaimed Hilda.

None of the office had noticed that Hilda had said anything, but Nancy felt that it was only right to explain.

Hilda, she wrote. Those conta---

"What are you doing, you'll give me away!" shouted Nell.

"We need to stop her from panicking," Nancy explained.

Little did they know that Hilda had taken it all in her stride after her outburst, as, and don't tell Nell, she had once been a member of Torchwood herself. She grabbed the nearest phone, dialled a number, and waited, all without looking in the direction of the phone.

The trio in the office jumped as the phone went.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it," Nell said. "Hello?"

"Nell, we need to talk. About Torchwood," Hilda said, her calm tones penetrating Nell.

"So, you know I signed up for about a year before I came to the Chalet School?" said Nell. "And rejoined for a while in Switzerland before you lot came along?"

"Not the details you put forward just now," Hilda said. "But I suspected as soon as the letters e and f appeared in front of my eyes. I suspect Nancy pressed them, as Kathie's not with you,"

Nell looked around, and sure enough, no Kathie Ferrars was there.

"Where's Kathie gone?" asked Nell.

"Checked the cupboard?" replied Hilda.

Nell checked the cupboard to find Gaudenz.

"Err... Hilda? Why have you imprisoned Gaudenz in a cupboard?"

Nancy giggled. "That's just a clone, silly. We all have one. The real Gaudenz doesn't have time for women and to be honest, no woman has ever approached him and talked sexual,"

"Err... Hilda? Why do you have a cloned Gaudenz in your cupboard?"

But the line was dead. Nell went to the computer.

Why do you have a cloned Gaudenzin your cupboard? she typed.

Hilda took out a notepad.

Nell, I do believe you missed out a space she wrote. Such terrible English!

Shut up Hilda, and do get on with it Nell typed.

"Good afternoon, Miss Annersley," Phil and Cecil Maynard said to the headmistress.

"Good afternoon, girls," said Miss Annersley.

"Auntie Hilda, do you know where Felicity is, by any chance?" asked Cecil. "We've not seen her for ages, even though we all know about Phil and the sour cream,"

"Hi, Felicity wouldn't have said anything about that," said Phil. "It was perfectly ithin the school rules and unlike you, she actually had a sense of humour,"

Hilda said nothing, although she made note of the past tense.

"She would have said something to you about maybe trying to be less of an idiot," said Cecil.

"No," said Phil. "She said she was fed up of having to lecture me time after time and she might as well not do it seeing as I never learnt from it,"

"She only said that to shame you to stop you from doing it again in the future," said Cecil.

Miss Annersley slipped off, and diverted down into the cellar, where it reeked of dead body.

Felicity was in the corner, a rope around the neck and tied to the ceiling. There was also a lot of blood and blood means cuts. And in another corner, was...

There was another phone right next to her, and Hilda dialled.

"Hilda, how come you know of Torchwood, and how come you've got a clone Gaudenz?"

"Never mind about that now," said Hilda. "There's something you need to see,"

Nell was in the cellar within 2 minutes. "What do I need to see?"

Hilda pointed into the corner.

"Oh my god," said Nell. "Back again? And look at what's on the wall,"

The word 'TRAITOR' was written in blood on the wall. And in the corner was...

"It looks like she's back," said Hilda, spitting.

...a little girl's doll.

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