NOW, I NODDED AT MY sister. She’d duped our eagle-eyed gym teacher, so Mrs. Smythewhite should be no problem. Never mind that we were out of practice. We were still twins.
So we swapped. Grace pulled on my dress, wrinkled on the bum and damp under the armpits from recent exertions. Rather than dressing in Grace’s clothes, however, I swirled my pelt around my nakedness. Inhaled deeply for the first time in hours. Then stretched the kinks out of my four-legged form.
We split in the hall, Grace heading for the main stairs while I sniffed for our absent cousins. All of the doors were closed. No one was visible. Good thing I had a lupine nose to point me to where they’d gone.
I expected the scent trail to lead to Mr. Smythewhite’s office. After all, that locked filing cabinet had been niggli
