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loudly and turned off the light, closing the door behind her.
    “Whew! That old battle-axe definitely does not want us looking in the attic!” Kenny bounced out of bed and rushed over to switch the light back on. “Why do you think
that
is?”
    “It’s probably where she keeps her broomstick!” I said with a grin.
    “Ssh, she might be listening outside the door!” Fliss shivered. “I nearly died when she came round the corner!”
    “She must know that there’s someone being kept prisoner up there,” I pointed out. “That’s why she was so mad.”
    “What are we going to do?” Lyndz asked. “If there
is
someone being kept prisoner in the attic, we can’t just leave them there.”
    “We’ll have to give it another go,” Frankie decided. “Tomorrow night. Chantal can’t possibly watch us the
whole
time.”
    “Cool!” said Kenny. “We’ll show Chantal she can’t mess with the Sleepover Club and get away with it!”
    I was the first one awake the next morning. I sat up in bed yawning and rubbing my eyes. Everyone was still flat out, and Fliss and Lyndz were snoring a bit.
    I pushed back the duvet and swung my legs out of bed. Then I stopped. I’d just noticed something. There was a piece of paper lying on the floor. Someone had pushed another message under our door in the middle of the night!
    “Hey, wake up you lot!” I yelled as I dived across the room and grabbed the piece of paper.
    “Urgh!” Kenny mumbled, pushing the duvet off her head and sitting up.
    “Oh, shut up, Rosie!” Frankie yawned.
    “It’s not time to get up, is it?” Fliss moaned.
    “That cheese has given me a stomachache!” Lyndz groaned.
    “Be quiet, you lot!” I gabbled, as I read the note through quickly. “The prisoner in the attic has sent us another note!”
    That got them all going!
    “What!”
Kenny and Lyndz both jumpedout of bed and collided slap-bang with Frankie and Fliss who were already charging across the room towards me.
    “Yeah, she pushed it under our door last night while we were asleep!” I waved the piece of paper at them.
    “She?”
Lyndz repeated, “Who is it then?”
    “Listen!” I read the note aloud. “Hello, my friends. My name is Jeanne. I am a prisoner in the attic, and I am only set free during the day when everyone is out and at night time when everyone is asleep. I have to do all the cooking and cleaning round here. Come to the attic tonight at midnight. Please help me – you are my only hope!”
    We all stared at each other in amazement.
    “We’ve got to help her!” I said.
    “We will,” Kenny said firmly. “We can’t let that horrible Chantal get away with this!”
    “Maybe we should take the note to Mrs Weaver,” Fliss suggested for the third time.
    “Fliss could be right,” Frankie agreed solemnly. “This is getting pretty serious!”
    “Mm, but we ought to check it out first,”Kenny insisted. “We’ll look pretty stupid if it turns out to be a fake!”
    “Kenny’s right,” Lyndz said. “And we’re not exactly Mrs Weaver’s favourite pupils at the moment either…”
    “I don’t think it
is
a fake.” Frankie studied the note carefully.
    Kenny nodded. “Neither do I. Look, all we’ve got to do is check it out first. If it’s true, then we’ll have to let the teachers know.”
    “OK,” we all agreed.
    “What are we going to do then?” Fliss asked, her teeth chattering.
    “We’ll go up to the attic again tonight,” Kenny said grimly. “And this time nothing’s going to stop us. Not even Scary Chantal…”
    We were all feeling pretty fired up about going to the attic to rescue Jeanne that night, so we were a bit rowdy at breakfast. It wasn’t until Mrs Weaver gave us the evil eye a few times that we calmed down! Anyway, there wasn’t anything we could do until theevening, so we just tried to enjoy ourselves and forget about it for a bit.
    Until the M&Ms came in and sat down at the table next to us, that is.
    “I wonder where the
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