“Impossible! The doors are barred—and double locked—and spring-locked.”
“I know. But where is she.”
“There must be a search instituted.”
“Thank God the Master is away.”
“He came home last night at midnight.”
His voice was grim as his information was short.
“Come home! Come home!” repeated Mariana. “What shall I do?”
“You had best go and tell him.”
“Is he up?”
“Yes. An hour ago.”