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for me on the corner next morning. Eagerly, I went racing up to them.
    â€œWhat happened? Did you find anything?”
    â€œHaven’t been able to look yet,” said Jem.
    â€œGive her a chance!” Skye biffed me with her school bag. “It’s not easy, being a spy. You can’t just go blundering into things.”
    â€œMum and Dad are always there,” explained Jem.
    My mum and dad are always there, but I felt sure I could creep into their bedroom without them knowing. Well, I had done! On lots of occasions. Searching for Christmas presents on top of the wardrobe…
    â€œIt’s all right for you,” said Jem. “You don’t live in a flat.”
    That was true. I could see that being all on one floor might make things a bit difficult. In a house you can disappear upstairs and nobody knows which room you’re in, but Jem’s place is quite small and her mum and dad’s bedroom is right next door to the sitting room.
    â€œI’ll do it as soon as I can,” said Jem.
    I said, “That’s OK. I won’t ask you again until… this time next week!”
    â€œLike we believe that ?” said Skye. “Come on, you two! Get a move on.”
    Skye went power-walking off, leaving me and Jem to trail behind.
    â€œI’ll do it before next week,” said Jem. “I promise!”
    I pointed out that she wasn’t doing it for me . “It’s your birth mum. You’re the one that needs to know!”
    Every morning after that I looked at her, hopefully, but didn’t actually say anything. It took a lot of self-control. I couldn’t help this sneaking feeling that if a person really, seriously wanted to do something, they would find a way of doing it. I would! But maybe that is just me.
    The weekend came and went. So did Monday. On Tuesday when I gave my hopeful look Jem said, “I nearly went and blew it! Dad was having a bath and Mum was in the kitchen so I took a chance and guess what? Mum came into the bedroom and found me there!”
    I said, “Wow.”
    â€œYou can say wow,” said Skye. “You weren’t the one being caught red-handed!”
    I looked anxiously at Jem. “Were you really?”
    â€œNot quite,” said Jem, “but it was a nasty moment.”
    â€œWhat did you say?”
    â€œI told Mum I was looking for Titch.”
    Titch is her hamster. I nodded. “That was quick thinking.”
    â€œSpies have to be quick,” said Skye.
    â€œShut up about spies! She’s not spying.”
    â€œI’m beginning to feel like I am,” said Jem. “But I’m not giving up!”
    That was the day Miss Rolfe announced that Jem’s essay on Beginnings had been chosen for Speech Day. I could tell from the way Jem’s cheeks fired up that she was pleased and proud, but also a bit embarrassed.
    â€œAll that yucky stuff,” she wailed later, to me and Skye.
    â€œPeople like yucky stuff,” said Skye.
    â€œI know, but it doesn’t feel right… not when I’m planning to go through Mum and Dad’s private papers behind their back!”
    â€œIn that case maybe you shouldn’t be doing it.” Skye looked hard at Jem.
    â€œWhat? You mean…” Jem paused, uncertain. “Reading out my essay?”
    â€œNo! Going through your mum and dad’s stuff.”
    â€œBut I need to know!”
    â€œIt’s her right,” I said.
    â€œIt may be her right, but if it’s going to make her feel bad… why don’t you just talk to them?”
    â€œI can’t!” Jem shook her head. “You know I can’t!”
    â€œYou’re still cross with your mum,” I said. She wasn’t in quite such a sulk as she had been, though every now and again she would remember that she had a grievance and start going on about being misunderstood and her life being blighted, so I could see it probably wasn’t a good