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Jamie had been staying at the hotel for a week when his sister disappeared.
It was the last day of their holiday, in fact, and the McDare family were all looking forward to getting home. Blasted by the North Sea, the ramshackle inn was so damp and cold that even the spiders sat frozen in their webs. Why on earth mum had booked them into this dusty old dump was beyond Jamie. The name alone ought to have put her off: The Witch’s Imp!
On their first night, Mr Flynn, the white-haired, whispery-voiced owner had leaned over the table where the McDares had been slurping their soup and, without invitation, told them the tale of the hotel’s first ever guest. Mrs Raddlekeep had been her name. One hundred and fifty years ago, the old lady had arrived at this out-of-the-way hotel, then just open for business, and in her curiously large suitcase she had brought with her a certain strange and terrible pet…
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