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    The Mystery of Wicklow Hall
    The Mystery of Wicklow Hall
    The Mystery of Wicklow Hall
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    The Mystery of Wicklow Hall

    By Sandra Maggs

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    Once again, time travelling sleuth Bess Hooper is set to solve another mystery. But how do you work out a problem that is already solved?
    When the Hooper family visit relatives over Christmas, Bess goes back in time in her dreams. But this time there are also hints that pop up unexpectedly. As the clues unravel, she meets another time traveler and it appears to Bess that they are both on the same path. But the stranger has a different agenda which is revealed along the way. With the help of her cousin Clancy, a confused Bess realises that there is more than one mystery involved.
    Plagued with visitors from the past, and a girl that appears in the box room, the clues reveal more about Wicklow Hall than Bess ever imagined and by solving the mystery, she sets in motion an event that will change history, and learns more about herself along the way.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSandra Maggs
    Release dateOct 15, 2018
    ISBN9780463858554
    The Mystery of Wicklow Hall
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    Sandra Maggs

    I was born in a library and raised on literature. From a young age I wrote my own stories and read them to anyone who would listen. After years of hard work and determination, I'm finally dabbling in the world of Indie Publishing and I love it! My favourite genre is fantasy, but I'll give anything a shot.

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      The Mystery of Wicklow Hall - Sandra Maggs

      The Mystery of Wicklow Hall

      Copywrite 2018 Sandra Maggs

      Published by Sandra Maggs at Smashwords

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favourite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      About the Author

      Contact

      Oher books by Sandra Maggs

      Prologue

      Someone died here, she whispered.

      Who was it? Bess asked as she stared at the stranger.

      A student, she was about our age, the girl told her. You’re not from this time, you’re like me.

      So you can travel through time too?

      Yes, it’s not very common though, I’m surprised to find someone else who can, she confessed.

      Why are you here? Where are we? Bess asked her looking around. Is this my dream or yours?

      I think our dreams have connected in some way. We’re in a type of school. I’m here to help solve a mystery. Is that the reason you’re here?

      I think so, Bess answered nodding. That’s usually what happens when I have these types of dreams. There’s always a purpose to it and it normally involves some sort of mystery.

      If we’re here for the same reason then perhaps we can work together, the girl said. Oh no, I’m about to go. I must be waking up. Or maybe you are.

      Wait, don’t go. I want to know more about you. What’s your name? Bess cried. I have more questions.

      Another time, the girl whispered as she faded away.

      Bess Hooper opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around in the darkness and recognised her own bedroom. Oh crap, it’s happening again, she said to herself.

      Chapter One

      The Wicklow Winter

      By Herbert Brooks

      Within the wintery Wicklow walls that shiver beneath the frozen glaze

      Bound by snow and glistening white lace

      The ghostly voices haunt and enchant

      As eerie whispers echo in the silence

      The spirits tremble with the icy blast

      Invoking winters of the past

      Lights from the north dance in the sky

      Green and yellow they bewitch the mortal eye

      Kissed by the cruel season’s sting

      Until the thaw of spring

      Bess remembered the poem vividly. It had made her cousin’s home the type of house people would pause outside of and take photos to prove they had been there. The well-known Wicklow Hall stood cosy in a blanket of snow illustrating the scene in the wintery verse. As the Hoopers pulled up outside, the feathery flakes began to fall from the dull evening sky once more and settled on the glistening white terrain adding to the powdery softness. Looking up at the inviting light shining through the windows of the building, Bess climbed from the car with the rest of her family and shivered as the cold blast hit her.

      It’s freezing, she said pulling her coat closed. Her teeth began to chatter, as she folded her arms tight in front of her.

      You lot go in and I’ll get the luggage, her father told them as he opened the boot of the car.

      I’ll help Dad, Tom said and began removing the bags and cases.

      Bess and her mother ran up the steps to the double doors which led into the house. They had stayed there on numerous occasions and they both felt as comfortable in the hall as they did in their own home. As they entered, the warmth from the crackling fire embraced them and Bess instantly removed her coat. A delicious aroma filled the air and she knew instantly the welcoming smell of Aunt Tanya’s chicken soup. On the wall by the door just inside the entrance, the familiar poem written in faded calligraphy was framed in silver and Bess read it to herself just to refresh her memory.

      Bess, Aunt Yvonne!

      Bess turned towards the voice. Clancy, she replied, thankful to see her favourite cousin. A year older than Bess, she had grown much taller than the last time they had met. Look how tall you are now.

      I know, it sort of happened overnight, Clancy told her. You’re in the room across the hall from me. I’ll help you with your stuff. Oh, here’s Dad.

      Uncle John, Bess said, as her father’s brother approached and kissed her on the cheek.

      It’s good to see you’ve arrived safely, there’s a blizzard on the way, he said to them. Michael, let me help you with the luggage. Taking the cases from his brother, he put them down just inside the entrance and went out into the cold to help bring the rest in.

      This is mine, Bess told her cousin pulling up the handle and wheeling the suitcase along beside her. The noise from the small plastic casters on the wooden floorboards almost drowned out her voice. Where’s Simone?

      She’s at a chess tournament with Mum, Clancy explained. Simone’s sort of chess royalty these days. I don’t understand why she likes it so much, but she does. None of us can beat her, she has the mind of a war strategist. We just hope she never starts one.

      Bess followed her cousin along the corridor of the house and remembered Christmases of the past when her family had visited. Her Uncle John and Aunt Tanya had been teachers at Willow Valley Grammar School for as long as Bess could remember. Now her uncle was the principal. Originally the school had been established as a deportment and etiquette institute, for young ladies from wealthy backgrounds who were gifted in the arts. Now however, it was just a regular day school and all of the boarding halls had been turned into classrooms, except for Wicklow Hall. The Hoopers had bought the hall and turned it into their family home. Not much had been changed. The dark wooden décor was in keeping with the period in which it was built. Bess had always liked the warren of stairs and corridors that led to different parts of the building. She was sure there were rooms she still hadn’t discovered and each time they visited, a little more about the hall was revealed.

      Here we are then, Clancy said, as she opened one of the many doors.

      Bess stepped into the room with

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