Chapter Fourteen'Hello Mercy,' Lorna walked casually up the path. Mercy was polishing the brass plate at the entrance to the school, rubbing furiously to bring up the shine.
'Hello Miss Buchanan,' Mercy hardly paused from her work. 'I was sorry when you left Miss. That was a wrong thing they did to you. I could not say that last time you called in case somebody was listening.'
'Thank you. I did break the rules, and I did neglect to inform Miss Appleton about a pupil breaking them.' Lorna shrugged. 'I could not expect anything else, really.'
Mercy looked up. 'Yes, Miss. I suppose so.'
'Was that not a terrible business about poor Mr Findhorn?' Lorna said.
There was a moment's hesitation before Mercy replied. 'Indeed it was Miss.' Mercy scrubbed so furiously at the brass plate that Lorna
