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A taste of murder
by Sue Arengo 
Level 4 Streamline Connections 
(Units 41-80) 1250 headwords 
1 I arrive at The Grange 
'Claremont Private Nursing Agency. This is Angela speaking. Can I help you?' 
'Angela? It's Anne ... Anne Harrison. Have you got the information about that new job?' 
'Oh, hello Anne. Wait a minute ... Yes, here it is! We need a private nurse for Mrs Kitty Blakemore.' 'Kitty Blakemore? The famous writer?' 
'Yes,' said Angela. That's right. But, listen Anne, there isn't really much wrong with her. Her heart is a little weak, but she's not really ill. She's just a hypochondriac.' 
'Oh, I see ... one of those. What's the address?' 
The Grange, Kingsfield, Sussex,' said Angela. 'She wants you to be there tomorrow morning. Good luck!' 
Early next morning, Idrove to Kingsfield, a pretty little village near the sea. The Grange was just outside the village, at the end of a private road. It was a large grey house. 
I rang the bell and waited. No one answered, so I rang it again. At last, the door opened and a young blonde girl appeared. She wore a dark blue dress and a white apron. She stood there and stared at me. 
'Yes?' she said. 
'I'm NurseHarrison,' I said. The nursing agency sent me.' 
'Oh, yes. Come in.' 
I followed her into the hall. A tall woman, about forty years old, was coming down the stairs. 
'Nurse Harrison?' she asked. We shook hands. 'I'm Stella Vixon, the housekeeper.' 
She was quite beautiful, but also a little strange and frightening. She was very controlled and there was something mysterious about her eyes. 
'I hopeyou'll be happy here,' she said. 'Charlotte will show you to your room now.' Then she smiled at me strangely and walked away. 
I followed Charlotte up the stairs and down a long corridor. She pushed open a door at the end. 
'Here's your room,' she said. 
I put down my suitcase. I waited for her to go away 
but she didn't. Instead, she sat down on my bed. 
'Why do you want to work in this place?'she asked. 
'It's just a job,' I replied. 
'Mrs Blakemore's terrible,' said Charlotte. 'She's not really sick. She just wants to lie in bed all day and give us orders. I don't know why her husband likes her. He's famous too, you know. He writes wonderful music. Have you ever heard of him? No? Well, he's lucky. He's away at the moment. He's working in Wales. Poor us! We have to stay here withher!' 
Charlotte was talking and I was brushing my hair and looking at her in the mirror. She took something out of her apron pocket and examined it. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and she jumped off the bed. She quickly put the thing back in her pocket. Stella Vixon came in. 
'Are you still here, Charlotte?' she said. 'Hurry up and go downstairs. Oh ... and ... Mrs Blakemore has lost oneof her rings. It's not in her jewel box. Do you know anything about it?' 
'What do you mean? I'm not a thief!' cried Charlotte angrily. 'I didn't take it!' 
'All right,' said Miss Vixon. 'Calm down. I only said, "Do you know anything about it?" Now hurry up and go and do your work.' 
Then she turned to me. 
'If you're ready, Nurse Harrison, we'll go and see Mrs Blakemore now.' 
2 MrsBlakemore 
I followed Miss Vixon down the corridor. We went to another part of the house. She knocked on a heavy white door and we walked into Mrs Blakemore's bedroom. The curtains were half closed and the room was quite dark. A woman about fifty-five years old was sitting up in bed. 
'Is that the new nurse?' she asked in a sharp voice. I was surprised because she really did look very white and sick.Some bottles of medicine and bottles of pills were on the table beside the bed. The bed itself was covered with books, letters and half-eaten chocolates. 
'Yes. This is Nurse Harrison,' said the housekeeper. 
'Good,' said Mrs Blakemore. 'Now you - get out and leave us alone.' 
I was astonished. But Miss Vixon said nothing. She just smiled politely and left the room. Mrs Blakemore stared at...