"Where the devil did you get the light?" growled George.
"In their room."
"Then how in the name of heaven do you expect those people to dress and roll up their belongings in the dark?" I scolded. "Here, George, go back with the lantern."
George obeyed orders, and Emile, rather sheepishly, skulked away in the direction of the stable yard. I heard a sliding door pushed open, followed by a long low whistle, and a second later Emile reappeared, his eyes popping out of his head with astonishment.
"There's a horse missing—been stolen!"
"No! Impossible!"
"The stable's empty!"
I hurried to the spot, and found that he told the truth.
"George!" I called, as my boy came around the corner of the house.
"George, Cesar's been stolen!"
"Who says so, Madame?"