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“Clearly,what we do next, my friend, is free the middle-aged lady,” Tara smiled smugly.”First rule, notwithstanding that I hate rules, if you don’t know what to do, do what you do know what to do, even if you don’t want to do it because at least you’ve done something.”

“Is that a Lemone quote?” asked Star. “Haven’t heard much of him lately.”

“No, I made it up myself.”

“Oh, well … I’m too tired to do anything.You do it, Tara.”

“No, you do it! Lazy tart.”

“I’ll do it!” says Rosamund, appearing from nowhere and bounding over to the wardrobe. “I want to borrow her lippy again.” She tugged at the door. “It seems to be stuck.”

“Let Star try,” said Tara. “She goes to the gym.”

“It does seem to be rather stuck,” said Star said after a few minutes of fruitless tugging. She knocked on the door of the wardrobe. “Excuse me, are you there? Excuse me … dreadfully sorry about all this.” There was no reply.

“Dead,” said Tara. “Darn it.”

Undaunted, Star tried again. After a particularly spirited tug, the door flew open and Star fell backwards. “She’s gone! But she left a note. Thank you, Ladies for your hospitality. This is a clue. At 4pm Thursday, go to the cafe on Main street. Vince French will be there..”

Tara gasped. “Who was she? That seemingly innocuous middle-aged lady.”

“Perhaps we will never know,” said Star.