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Through Dancing Poppies
(2026)(The third book in the Miss Gascoigne Mystery series)
A novel by Caron Allan
Miss Evans said, ‘I’ve missed you dreadfully at the school, my dear. The place just isn’t the same without you.’ Before Dee could reply, Miss Evans went on, ‘Those wretched second formers are now of course, third formers, and are the responsibility of Betsy Kerridge. Remember Betsy?’
‘Of course. Is she still terrified of the children?’ Dee smiled, remembering a number of occasions when Betsy has sought refuge in Dee’s classroom during breaktimes, eager to let off steam.
‘Oh, she’s absolutely useless. I don’t know why anyone would devote a life to teaching when they detest young people completely. You don’t miss it, I suppose? What are you doing with yourself now?’
Of course, Dee had known this question would arise almost immediately, it was only natural. She told Miss Evans what she was doing, and watched as the headmistress’s eyebrows rose almost to her hairline.
''A private investigator? A detective? My word!’ Miss Evans stared at Dee for a moment or two. Dee was unsure whether the expression was one of approval or not. But then, with a broad grin, Miss Evans leaned forward. ‘How terribly exciting! I’m so jealous.’
Dee grinned back at her. The waiter arrived with their soup, then poured their wine and departed once more.
‘Do tell me a bit about it,’ Miss Evans urged. ‘I suppose it’s not confidential. Or is it? Are you like the police, and can’t tell members of the public any of the gory details?’
Dee paused for a moment, remembering some very fresh, very recent gory details. It had been a few weeks since she’s done anything more than track down missing relatives or to serve legal documents to people that clients of the firm where she worked were suing. But she’d recently had a case—her first—which had some awful moments.
She told Miss Evans a few things—enough to assuage her thirst for the supposed excitement of the life of a detective, but in all honesty, Dee felt compelled to admit that there had been times when she had been terrified and in real danger.
Genre: Mystery
‘Of course. Is she still terrified of the children?’ Dee smiled, remembering a number of occasions when Betsy has sought refuge in Dee’s classroom during breaktimes, eager to let off steam.
‘Oh, she’s absolutely useless. I don’t know why anyone would devote a life to teaching when they detest young people completely. You don’t miss it, I suppose? What are you doing with yourself now?’
Of course, Dee had known this question would arise almost immediately, it was only natural. She told Miss Evans what she was doing, and watched as the headmistress’s eyebrows rose almost to her hairline.
''A private investigator? A detective? My word!’ Miss Evans stared at Dee for a moment or two. Dee was unsure whether the expression was one of approval or not. But then, with a broad grin, Miss Evans leaned forward. ‘How terribly exciting! I’m so jealous.’
Dee grinned back at her. The waiter arrived with their soup, then poured their wine and departed once more.
‘Do tell me a bit about it,’ Miss Evans urged. ‘I suppose it’s not confidential. Or is it? Are you like the police, and can’t tell members of the public any of the gory details?’
Dee paused for a moment, remembering some very fresh, very recent gory details. It had been a few weeks since she’s done anything more than track down missing relatives or to serve legal documents to people that clients of the firm where she worked were suing. But she’d recently had a case—her first—which had some awful moments.
She told Miss Evans a few things—enough to assuage her thirst for the supposed excitement of the life of a detective, but in all honesty, Dee felt compelled to admit that there had been times when she had been terrified and in real danger.
Genre: Mystery
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