Published in Chalet Club News Letter 18, July 1968.
"It's for you, Joey-someone who says she's L.T.V.."
"What on earth?-Here, give it to me. Mrs. Maynard speaking."
"This is London Television Service. One moment, please, Mrs. Maynard."
In less than a moment a man's deep voice spoke.
"Good morning, Mrs. Maynard. This is Hector Mulcaster speaking. I'm afraid it is rather short notice, but hearing that you were in London for a few days, I wondered if you would come over this evening and appear on Today's World for a little chat with me about the Chalet School."
"What? But I couldn't! I wouldn't know what to say! How did you know I was...and the Chalet School...!" Then Joey pulled herself together. She laughed. "In the words of the poet, 'This is so sudden'."
A chuckle came over the wire. "Ah, now don't tell me that the author of Swords for King Charles and Nancy Meets a Nazi is shy for I'll not believe it. Didn't you run into our Alixe von Elsen yesterday who is my secretary? I can assure you we heard about no-one else or anything but the Chalet School when she got back until she departed homewards-and I've read some of the works of Josephine Bettany myself. Now don't say you won't or can't come. I'll be badly disappointed if you don't and do will-"
"But there's no time to think up a talk. I can't-."
"Oh, not a formal talk just a five minutes interview. Of course you won't get the British programmes in Switzerland, but Today's World is L.T.V.'s answer to the B.B.C.'s This Week. If you come along about five we can go over what we're going to do and you'll be O.K. What about it?
"I don't know. Well-all right; I'll come."
"That's fine. We'll have a car outside your hotel at five. Will your husband come with you?"
"All the way from Switzerland? He's not here at the moment. No, it'll be me on my lones, I'm afraid."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that-Yes?-Excuse me a moment."
Joey clung to the receiver and heard a brief murmur of voices. Then the pleasant voice greeted her again. "Well, we'll expect you about five and hope to have the pleasure of meeting Josephine Bettany in person then."
The call ended at that point and as Joey turned away from it, she made a hideous grimace at the tall, fair girl standing near. "Well! What d'you know about that? You heard it all, Mary-Lou?"
"I did. And since you haven't Jack to back you up, what about ME?"
"Good idea. In that case come on! Cigarette? Now let's get down to what I'm to say. It's only five minutes, thank goodness! What shall I mention and what shall I leave out?"
"Won't that depend on what they ask you?"
"Partly, of course. But I must be prepared with some ideas. There's a lot,! Joey said reminiscently, "that I could say, you know."
"I'd leave it to the inspiration of the moment. What's more to the point is what are you going to wear?"
"The one and only evening frock I have with me. I've no choice. And you're equally tied. That point won't worry me. Oh, hang young Alixe! Why couldn't she have held her silly tongue about me?"
Mary-Lou chuckled. "Because you were one of her idols when we were in Tirol. You couldn't expect her to keep quiet about you when she suddenly met you in Bond Street after all these years when she'd completely lost touch with the school-thanks to being in Brazil. She always did bubble over with what she had in her mind at the moment. Well, at least they're fetching us-and returning us, too, I hope. But what a thrill for the school when they head of it! You'll be the first of our girls to go on television!"
Five o'clock found the pair rolling down the street to the L.T.V. headquarters where they were ushered into a comfortable office to be greeted by a big man who came to shake hands and seat them comfortably before offering drinks. Once they were settled, however, he got down to business and Joey discovered that thanks to his experienced questioning and her own lack of real shyness, it was going to be easy enough. Alixe was there, too, and in the friendly atmosphere they soon had matters arranged.
After than the make-up assistant appeared and Joey submitted to her attentions while Alixe and Mary-Lou exchanged reminiscences of the school and had Mr. Mulcaster in convulsions of laughter. Finally, they were given a quick tour of the studio and then at long last the vital moment came and Joey, after a warning to remain in her seat when the interview was over until she was told to move, faced the cameras and launched forth on her first television experience.
"But I'm ready to bet it won't be the last," Mr. Mulcaster said as he bade the pair goodbye. "And we'll be looking forward to an interview from you, Miss Trelawney," he added with a smile at Mary-Lou. "We'll be wanting to hear something about your archaeological adventures when you come home again. We shan't forget."
"Cripes!" exclaimed Mary-Lou as the car door shut and they rolled away. "What a prospect!"