We went to Scotland the next day, first by plane, then
by train. Greta Ross travelled with us.
I looked out of the train window and saw fields and
villages and mountains. 'Mum is right,' I thought.
'Scotland is a very beautiful place.'
'You're going to be my husband's secretary,' Greta
Ross told my mother. 'He's a businessman, but he never
leaves the island. He does all his work by telephone and
letter and computer. He invests money in companies, all
over the world.'
'Do many people live on the island?' I asked.
'Not many,' said Greta Ross. 'You'll meet them soon.'
'Greta Ross is young,' I thought. 'Is her husband young,
too? How can a young man buy an island? Is he very rich!'
After the train, we went on Mr Ross's boat, which took
us out to the island. The boatman was a young man. He
had dark hair and was brown from the sun.
'This is Tony,' said Greta Ross. 'He works for Mr
Ross.'
'Hi,' said Tony.
Soon we were near the island. I could see the beaches
and the cliffs. The boat slowed down.
'There are dangerous rocks around the island,' explained
Tony. 'A lot of them are under the water and you can't
see them. I have to be careful. But the rocks keep other
boats away, and that pleases Mr Ross.'
'Why?' I asked.
Tony looked at Greta Ross but she wasn't listening.
'Mr Ross doesn't like visitors to the island,' Tony said in
a quiet voice.
Then Greta Ross looked at us and Tony said no more.
'Why doesn't Mr Ross like visitors?' I thought. 'Has he
something to hide?'
When we arrived on the island, my mother and I followed
Greta up to the house. It was very big and there were trees
all around it.
A woman was waiting inside the house.
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