The next morning, Mickey found herself hovering outside Hildegarde’s house once again, using the spare key to open her front door and cautiously enter.
“Hello?” she called out, remembering with a shiver the sound of breaking alss and heavy footseps from the day before. “Can you hear anything?” she whispered to Clarke and Rupert who were accompanying her.
‘A secret place,’ Vetty said mysteriously.
‘There’s no such place,’Meri laughed.
‘Of course there is,’ Vetty said. ‘Everyone knows there are secret waters, undiscovered places and hidden cities. You know, like the one mermaid spies live in.’
‘Pah!’ Meri said, desperately trying to be casual. ‘Mermaid spies aren’t real. I don’t know where you heard that but mermaid spies are not a thing.’