Alice-Miranda In New York 5

  About the book

  Alice-Miranda is in bustling New York City. It’s a blur of skyscrapers, hot dog carts, chats with zoo animals and classes at Mrs Kimmel’s School for Girls, right next to glorious Central Park. Her family’s glamorous department store, Highton’s on Fifth, has been renovated but plans for the fabulous re-opening party are going curiously wrong. Is that why her father Hugh seems so worried? And why is her new friend Lucinda so shy about inviting Alice-Miranda home? Only Alice-Miranda could solve these and other riddles and still find time to take in the sights, sounds and tastes of the city.

  For Ian and Sandy and Linsay

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Cast of characters

  Alice-Miranda at the Palace

  About the author

  Praise for Alice-Miranda

  Copyright

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  Hugh Kennington-Jones stared at the yellowed piece of paper in his hand. He scanned the extravagant lettering and read aloud: ‘It’s not fair to Master Hugh. He should know the truth.’

  The rest of the characters danced on the page. ‘What truth? What does it mean?’ Hugh murmured.

  Opposite him, across an acre of desk, sat a silver-haired man. ‘I wish I knew, sir. I’ve asked the solicitor in charge of her affairs if there were any personal effects. There may be some clues.’

  Hugh Kennington-Jones exhaled deeply. ‘I suppose so, but it’s unlikely. I imagine it’s all been dumped by now or sent to the charity shop. There was no family, as far as I understand.’ Hugh stood up and walked towards the door.

  The older man rose to his feet and followed.

  ‘Thank you and I . . . I appreciate your discretion, Hector.’ Hugh reached out and firmly shook the man’s hand. ‘I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see what turns up.’

  ‘Very good, sir. I’ll be in touch if there’s anything else.’ The man retreated from the office and closed the door behind him.

  Hugh Kennington-Jones held the page in front of him. ‘You always were a strange one, Father. And now this.’ He carefully folded the letter, strode back to his desk and placed it at the very back of the top drawer, which he locked. There it would stay, for now.

  'It’s not fair! I don’t know why you have to go,’ Jacinta grouched. ‘We’ve only been back at school for a month.’ The fair-haired girl and school’s former second best tantrum thrower sat cross-legged on the end of Alice-Miranda’s bed, watching as Alice-Miranda packed.

  The tiny child smiled. ‘Please don’t be cross, Jacinta. It’s a wonderful opportunity. Miss Grimm said I should make the most of it and I know Mummy and Daddy are terribly excited. Besides, I told you ages ago. It’s just come forward a couple of weeks, that’s all.’

  ‘You said you were only going for two weeks and now it’s much longer,’ Jacinta griped.

  Alice-Miranda folded a pair of jeans and placed them neatly at the bottom of her suitcase.

  Millie rolled over on her bed beside them and propped her elbows under her chin. ‘Who’s going to ride over and visit Miss Hephzibah with me now?’

  ‘Don’t look at me,’ said Jacinta, curling her lip. ‘You know I hate horses and I certainly won’t be going near that pony of yours, Alice-Miranda. He’s a nasty little beast.’

  Alice-Miranda grinned. ‘Bonaparte just has a mind of his own, that’s all. And it’s only for a month or so. Not even the whole term.’

  ‘But that’s forever,’ Jacinta sighed.

  ‘I’m sure Susannah will go riding with you, Millie,’ Alice-Miranda assured her friend. ‘And really Jacinta, I’ll be back before you’ve had time to miss me.’

  ‘I wish we could come. I’m sure there’ll be loads of movie stars and celebrities at the opening party.’ Jacinta sprang from the bed and sauntered across the floor, as if she was walking a red carpet.

  Millie looked at her and laughed, then jumped up and pretended that she was taking Jacinta’s photograph.

  ‘Jacinta, over here, this way, look at me,’ Millie ordered like a mini paparazza. ‘Gorgeous, amazing, you’re a star!’

  Jacinta smiled and struck a pose with her hand on her hip.

  ‘I wish you could both come too,’ Alice-Miranda said.

  ‘Hey.’ Jacinta’s smile turned to a frown as a thought suddenly struck her. ‘My mother had better not be invited. It’s just the sort of thing she loves – a fancy department store being re-launched.’

  ‘Oh, ugly, ugly, Jacinta, what’s with the face?’ Millie grimaced. ‘Those pictures are not going anywhere near the cover of Gloss and Goss.’

  Alice-Miranda giggled.

  ‘As if I’d ever want to be on the cover of that rubbish.’ Jacinta rolled her eyes. ‘That would mean I was turning into my mother.’ She launched herself off the make-believe red carpet and onto Millie’s bed.

  ‘I thought you and your mother were getting on much better,’ Alice-Miranda commented. ‘Hasn’t she rented a cottage in the village so she can spend some time with you on the weekends?’

  ‘Yes, but I’ve only seen her once,’ Jacinta said. ‘And I haven’t been near the cottage because she’s having it repainted. I don’t know why she’s bothering. It’s not as though she’s going to come and live here permanently.’

  ‘At least it’s a start,’ Alice-Miranda smiled.

  There was a sharp knock at the door. ‘Hello girls.’ Mrs Howard’s voice drifted ahead of her into the room. ‘Whatever are you doing there, young lady?’ she said with a glance at Alice-Miranda’s open suitcase.

  ‘I thought I’d get a head start,’ the girl answered.

  ‘But you’re not off until the weekend are you?’ Mrs Howard enquired. ‘I’ve set aside a couple of hours to do all that for you.’

  ‘I don’t expect you to pack my bags, Mrs Howard. That wouldn’t be fair at all,’ Alice-Miranda frowned.

  ‘Goodness, you don’t know where I can get some more just like this one, do you girls?’ Mrs Howard’s eyes wrinkled as her lips turned upwards.

  ‘Oh, you wouldn’t want that, Howie,’ Jacinta replied. ‘If we were all like Alice-Miranda you’d be completely bored and have nothing to complain about.’

  ‘Jacinta!’ Millie rebuked. ‘Howie doesn’t complain about us, do you?’ Millie looked up at
the housemistress, who rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

  ‘I know someone who’s going to miss this little one very much.’ The sturdy woman strode over and pulled a pink cardigan from the tall chest of drawers, folded it with military precision and placed it into the suitcase.

  ‘Oh, Mrs Howard, of course I’m going to miss you too.’ Alice-Miranda wrapped her arms around the old woman and rested her head against her tummy.

  ‘And what’s all that for?’ Howie enveloped the child in return.

  ‘Just because,’ Alice-Miranda replied. A plump tear formed in the corner of the housemistress’s eye. She tried to blink it away but it fell heavily onto the top of Alice-Miranda’s head. ‘Mrs Howard, you’re not crying are you?’ Alice-Miranda stepped back and looked up.

  The older woman snatched a handkerchief from her apron pocket, wiped her eyes and blew her nose noisily.

  ‘Oh, goodness no. Hayfever, my dear. I think I need to give this house a good going over. Must be a layer of dust in here.’ Mrs Howard glanced around; the room was spotless, its surfaces gleaming.

  ‘But you cleaned our room yesterday,’ Millie said.

  ‘I must have missed a spot.’ Mrs Howard blew her nose again.

  ‘We don’t want Alice-Miranda to go either,’ said Jacinta with a pout. ‘It’s going to be so dull without her.’

  ‘And no one to talk to at bedtime,’ Millie frowned.

  ‘Well, I have a surprise for both of you.’ Alice-Miranda’s voice fizzed.

  ‘A surprise?’ Jacinta bounced up and down on the bed. ‘You’re not really going and this is all just a big joke?’

  ‘No, even better, we are coming with you!’ Millie exclaimed.

  ‘Well, neither, I’m afraid.’ Alice-Miranda bit her lip. ‘But I asked Miss Grimm if you could share a room while I’m gone and she said yes.’

  ‘Oh.’ Jacinta stopped her bouncing. ‘Is that all?’

  ‘Jacinta Headlington-Bear – where are your manners?’ Howie gave her a frosty stare. ‘You know Miss Grimm is not one for moving girls willy-nilly so I think you might be a little more grateful.’

  ‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ Jacinta protested.

  ‘Thanks, Alice-Miranda. You know Jacinta and I have been getting on just fine since you arrived.’ Millie turned her attention to the older girl. ‘But you’d better be tidy, Headlington-Bear. I like living with “Miss Nothing Out of Place” here,’ she said, nodding towards Alice-Miranda, ‘and I don’t fancy having to dodge your dirty undies all over the floor.’

  ‘I don’t leave my underwear on the floor,’ Jacinta snapped.

  Mrs Howard gave Jacinta a meaningful look. ‘Oh, really, young lady? Is that so?’

  ‘Well, I don’t do it on purpose. And I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, Alice-Miranda. Thanks. You really do think of everything.’ Jacinta leapt up and hugged her friend.

  ‘Just promise me that you’ll be kind to each other,’ Alice-Miranda grinned.

  Mrs Howard folded her arms. ‘Oh dear, that will be the day.’

  ‘No it won’t, Howie. You wait and see. We’ll be perfect friends,’ Jacinta insisted.

  ‘I’m looking forward to seeing that.’ Howie pulled a dusting cloth from her apron and ran it quickly along the top of one of the chests of drawers opposite Alice-Miranda’s bed and then marched out the door.

  ‘Come on then, Jacinta. I want to look at how much junk you’re planning to move in here,’ said Millie as she walked towards the door.

  ‘I don’t have any junk, thank you very much,’ the blonde-haired girl retorted. ‘And why do I have to move in here? Why can’t you come to my room?’

  Alice-Miranda chuckled at her friends.

  Jacinta followed Millie out the door, the pair of them trading questions all the way.

  The next two days flew by. Alice-Miranda made sure that she said goodbye to all her friends and promised to write every week. On Saturday morning she did a sweep of the campus to say some final farewells and then, followed by a group of well-wishers, she walked out of the boarding house to meet her parents. Alice-Miranda was tingling with excitement about the trip.

  It seemed almost the entire school had gathered to see her off, despite her protests that they would hardly have time to miss her and she’d be back before they knew it. ‘Goodbye,’ Alice-Miranda called through the open window of the back seat of her family’s silver Range Rover.

  A rowdy chorus of ‘goodbye, farewell, au revoir and travel safely’ rang out from the assembled crowd as the car crunched down the long gravel driveway.

  ‘You know, I must be the luckiest girl in the whole world,’ Alice-Miranda informed her parents as her father turned onto the main road. ‘I have the most wonderful friends and WinchsterfieldDownsfordvale truly is the most beautiful school – oh, and look at this.’ She pulled a tiny guidebook from her pocket. ‘Mr Grump gave it to me. It’s got a map and loads of information about the city.’

  Cecelia Highton-Smith leaned around to look at her daughter.

  ‘That’s lovely, darling. You know, I think I’m the luckiest mother in the world to have you all to myself for four whole weeks. It’s perfect. You’ll be at school from eight until three-fifteen and then Daddy and I plan to meet you every afternoon and we can explore the city together.’

  ‘But won’t you have to be at the shop, Mummy?’ Alice-Miranda asked.

  ‘Well, we’re scheduling as many meetings as possible during school hours, so I hope we can get away, but if I’m caught up, Daddy should be okay to play tourist. There would have been no reason to drag you halfway around the world if we couldn’t spend time with you, darling,’ her mother replied.

  The ‘shop’, Highton’s on Fifth Avenue, was renowned as one of the world’s most beautiful department stores and considered the jewel in the Highton’s empire. Alice-Miranda’s great-greatgrandfather, Horace Highton, had been a visionary man, establishing three stores in his lifetime. Over ninety years the business had grown to twenty-five stores in major cities around the globe.

  For the past six months, the New York store had been closed for business while undergoing a complete renovation. Cecelia had been back and forth several times and she and Hugh had decided to take Alice-Miranda with them in the lead-up to the reopening. Their trip had been brought forward a couple of weeks due to some unexpected hiccups.

  ‘I doubt I’ll be needed terribly much at all,’ Hugh Kennington-Jones added. ‘Gilbert and your mother will have everything under control. The building works are nearly complete and the schedule is, well, almost back on track.’

  ‘What are you going to do when I’m at school, then, Daddy?’ Alice-Miranda asked.

  ‘I thought I might do some research,’ her father replied.

  ‘Research?’ Cecelia raised her eyebrows. ‘On what?’

  ‘Just a bit of history,’ Hugh replied.

  ‘It says here that there are hundreds of museums in New York City so that should keep you very busy, Daddy.’

  Cecelia’s phone rang. She retrieved it from her handbag and answered the call.

  ‘Hello Gil, yes, we’re just on our way now. Really? That’s very odd. Did Tony know anything about it? Okay, see you soon,’ Cecelia rang off.

  ‘Something the matter? Hugh asked.

  ‘That was Gilbert. Apparently the toilet suites for the ladies’ powder rooms mysteriously arrived at Highton’s Chicago this morning so now they won’t get to the store until after the weekend. Just another hold-up,’ she sighed.

  ‘What did Tony have to say about it all?’ Hugh asked.

  ‘He couldn’t understand it. He placed the order himself.’ Cecelia shook her head.

  ‘Who’s Tony, Mummy?’ Alice-Miranda asked.

  ‘He’s our building contractor, darling. He oversaw all the renovations
to the apartment a few years back and he’s marvellous. But I can’t help thinking there is something strange going on over there.’

  ‘What do you mean, Mummy?’

  ‘There have been so many problems getting things finished off. Deliveries going astray, tradesmen who were booked not turning up, just general confusion, actually. Poor Gilbert needs as much support as I can give him,’ Cecelia said, frowning.

  ‘Is Mr Gruber all right?’ Alice-Miranda was asking after Gilbert Gruber, the General Manager of Highton’s on Fifth. ‘He’s so adorable. I loved it when he came to stay last Christmas. He and Granny are such fun together.’

  ‘He says that he’s fine but I know this refurbishment has tested his patience. There are so many regulations with the building and on top of the strange happenings at the store he’s had difficulties with the city authorities over the most ridiculous things,’ Cecelia replied. ‘But he is a darling man and my father knew exactly what he was doing when he appointed him to look after Highton’s on Fifth all those years ago.’

  ‘Well, I can’t wait to see the store,’ Alice-Miranda beamed.

  ‘Me too,’ her father replied.

  ‘You’re going to love the toy emporium,’ Cecelia began. ‘There’s a giant tree house in the middle of the floor and all sorts of cubbies and hideyholes.’

  ‘That sounds amazing,’ said Alice-Miranda. ‘Is Aunt Charlotte coming over? And Uncle Lawrence and Granny?’

  ‘No darling, I’m afraid not. Lawrence has only got a month between film shoots so he’s taking Charlotte on a belated surprise honeymoon. He was being very mysterious and wouldn’t tell anyone what he had planned,’ Cecelia replied.

  ‘That’s so romantic,’ Alice-Miranda said.

  Cecelia’s younger sister Charlotte and the handsome movie star Lawrence Ridley had recently been married in splendid style on board the Royal Yacht Octavia. The ship was owned by Aunty Gee, Alice-Miranda’s grandmother’s best friend and godmother to Cecelia and Charlotte. Aunty Gee was otherwise known as Queen Georgiana.

  ‘And I’m afraid your grandmother is begging off too. She’s going to Aunty Gee’s birthday party – which is the very same night as the opening,’ Cecelia explained.