“That's
not one of the children,” Ms Firnley tells Fox. “That's a
parent. They insisted they should all have log ins, so they can keep
an eye on things. But they don't have profiles.”
She's barely
finished speaking when there's a tap at the classroom door. Looking
up, she sees an elderly gentleman looking impatiently at his pocket
watch. He wears a vintage three piece pin stripe suit and a bowler
hat, sporting whiskers from another century. In his other hand he
holds a brief case, with a black umbrella hooked over his arm.
Fox is
obviously taken aback. “B....b....b” she stutters, “Beech,
what a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to see you.”
